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<table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" width="100%" class="forumline"> <tr> <th class="thCornerL" width="22%" height="26">Autor</th> <th class="thCornerR">Wiadomość</th> </tr> <tr> <td width="22%" align="left" valign="top" class="row1"><span class="name"><a name=""></a><b>yoonsica</b></span></td> <td class="row1" height="28" valign="top"><table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"> <tr> <td width="100%"><img src="http://picsrv.fora.pl/Inheritance/images/icon_minipost.gif" width="12" height="9" alt="Post" title="Post" border="0" /><span class="postdetails">Wysłany: Pią 10:12, 21 Sty 2011<span class="gen"> </span> Temat postu: Rose sighed. "What does she want</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"><hr /></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"><span class="postbody">"Be perfect, Doc," Jacob said, making the words almost threatening. Rosalie stiffened. <br />"You know I'll do my best," Carlisle assured him. <br />Jacob sighed. 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I didn't struggle with <br /> Page 273 <br /> <br /> Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, /abclit.html <br />Jasper; I just looked at Edward's frightened face. <br />"What did I do?" <br />Edward looked at Jasper behind me, and then at me again. <br />"But she was remembering being thirsty," Edward muttered, his forehead pressing into lines. "She was <br />remembering the taste of human blood." <br />Jasper's arms pulled mine tighter together. Part of my head noted that this wasn't particularly <br />uncomfortable, let alone painful, as it would have been to a human. It was just annoying. I was sure I <br />could break his hold, but I didn't fight it. <br />"Yes," I agreed. "And?" <br />Edward frowned at me for a second more, and then his expression loosened. He laughed once. "And <br />nothing at all, it seems. The overreaction is mine this time. Jazz, let her go." <br />The binding hands disappeared. I reached out for Renesmee as soon as I was free. 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