I couldn’t take my mind off Jacob for awhile. It was about half way through the reception when I started paying attention. “Edward, why do I feel like this?”
“Feel like what?”
“You know,” this kinda bothered me.
“No, I don’t know. I can’t read your mind remember?”
“Oh, right. Sorry. I feel like: I’ve been torn in two, hurt beyond repair.” Edward chuckled, was my pain really this funny? “What’s so funny?”
“You,” he answered....
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