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    I held him, gently. One arm under his arm, the other over his shoulder. Face turned to the sun. A pietà.

    "Don't you think right now is good?" I asked. "We're warm. We're safe. You smell delicious."

    "My throat's on fire," he reminded me, peevishly. "Which means you're certainly not safe."

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    Edward has overdramatic sad old man disease and Not-Bella is pretentious enough to think that's kinda hot.

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    20 Jul 2025