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Truly, I was not thirsty, but I decided to hunt again that night. A small ounce of prevention, inadequate though I knew it to be.
Carlisle came with me; we hadn't been alone together since I'd returned from Denali. As we ran through the black forest, I heard him thinking about the hasty goodbye last week. In his memory, I saw the way my features had been twisted in fierce despari. I felt his surprise and sudden worry. "Edward?" "I have to go, Carlisle. I have to go now." "What's happened?" "Nothing. Yet. But it will, if I stay"
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