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Somewhere, far, far away in the cold forest, a wolf howled.
I needed therapy.
“Welcome home, kid!” Charlie shouted like he really meant it. “How was Jacksonville?” “Moist. And buggy.” “So Renée didn’t sell you on the University of Florida?” “She tried. But I’d rather drink water than inhale it.”
“What do you want me to do?” Edward growled, too anxious to bother with politeness anymore. “Carry her through that? I don’t see you making yourself useful. Why don’t you go fetch a space heater or something?”
“Go fetch a space heater,” he grumbled. “I’m not a St. Bernard.”
You know, Jacob, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re natural enemies and that you’re also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you.”
“You know I love you.” “I know,” he breathed, his arm tightening automatically around my waist. “You know how much I wish it was enough.”
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.’” I nodded, again to myself. “I know exactly what she means. And I know who I can’t live without.”

