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How Old Are You?” She Asked. My Answer Was Automatic And Ingrained. “seventeen.” “and How Long Have You Been Seventeen?” I Tried Not To Smile At The Patronizing Tone. “a While,” I Admitted. “okay,” She Said, Abruptly Enthusiastic. She Smiled Up At Me.

Edward Was Always Focused, Watching And Also Listening To What Others Couldn't See.

How Dare You Imprint On My Baby? Have You Lost You Mind?

Once People Start Throwing Wet Stuff, I Go Inside.

Those Who Lived In Peaceful Nations Had Looked The Other Way As Members Of Their Own Species Starved On Their Door Step.