was on my feet again, my hands balled up into fists, my whole frame shaking. “You. Are. Not. Aging,” I growled through my teeth. Jacob tugged my arm gently, trying to make me sit. “None of us are. What’s wrong with you?” “Am I the only one who has to get old? I get older every stinking day!” I nearly shrieked, throwing my hands in the air. Some little part of me recognized that I was throwing a Charlie-esque fit, but that rational part was greatly overshadowed by the irrational part. “Damn it! What kind of world is this? Where’s the justice?” “Take it easy, Bella.” “Shut up, Jacob. Just shut
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