i glare up at the stupid mistletoe floating above my head, cursing it silently I hate this. Bell, you'd better be staying away from me. if you dont, and you get caught under the mistletoe with me, i will NEVER look at you again. oh wait, i wouldn't have to worry about it if you were a good girl. i smikr at you, totally serious i mean it, Bell. STAY. AWAY. FROM.ME.
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