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     ”no it’s fine honestly, I’m just worried about you. trust me I’ve talked to myself more than I care to admit, do you need to sit down for awhile? my studio is right down the block you can just take a second to calm down there if you like.” 

      As appealing as it was, the woman’s destination was situated in territory bounded by the treaty. It implied that she was a native of La Push, and that thought alone sparked a blaze in his mind. Laughter and mudpies—-images of his wife as a toddler, covered in filth, as did a young Jacob Black and his older twin sisters flickered in his mind.  ❛ You have a studio.. An artist, perhaps? ❜ he inhaled sharply, giving her a pointed look to transmit his declination.  

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shannon | twenty-one | pst
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