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“I was wishing I could know what you were thinking…” I hesitated. “And?” “I was wishing that I could believe that you were real. And I was wishing that I wasn’t afraid.” “I don’t want you to be afraid.” His voice was just a soft murmur. I heard what he couldn’t truthfully say, that I didn’t need to be afraid, that there was nothing to fear.
Twilight (Twilight, #1)
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