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    “What?”


    His lips twitched into a small smile as if there was some humour in what I asked.


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    We sat down in the kitchen and ate our meal. I wasn’t exaggerating, I *was* starving.


    Plan: Find out the Cullens’ interest in me but stay CLEAR of Edward Cullen.


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