*by Stephenie Meyer*
TWILIGHT - chapter 22 - HIDE-AND-SEEK
I ran from the room, through the door, out into the baking heat.
There was no time to look back at my house, and I didn't want to see it as it was now - empty, a symbol of fear instead of sanctuary. The last person to walkk through those familiar rooms was my enemy.
From the corner of my eye, I could almost see my mother standing in the shade of the big eucalyptus 木, ツリー where I'd played as a child. または kneeling によって the little plot of dirt around the mailbox, the cemetery of all the お花 she'd tried to grow. The memories were better than...
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