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“Oh, no,” I gasped as he slid down onto one knee. “Be nice,” he muttered. I took a deep breath. “Isabella Swan?” He looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his golden eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching. “I promise to love you forever—every single day of forever. Will you marry me?”
Eclipse (Twilight, #3)
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