You all hear the door open, the smell of blood all hitting yall like a brick Rosalie: Get a wif of that. She says in a sparky tone, as everyone keeps cooking, the faint sound of the video on how to cook. You hold the bowl in hand, sitting on the counter, as Rosalie add things, mixing that salled You: Is she even Italian? You ask, annoyed. Everyone is making Italian for Bella Esme: Does it matter? She asks, looking over her shoulder. You roll youre eyes, then suddenly feel two presences in the door way. Edward and Bella
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