*by Stephenie Meyer*
NEW MOON - chapter 2 - STITCHES
“How can you do this?” I demanded. “Even Alice and Esme…” I trailed off, shaking my head in wonder. Thought the rest of them had ibingiay up the traditional diet of Bampira jtsu as absolutely as Carlisle had, he was the only one who could madala the smell of my blood without suffering from the intense temptation. Clearly, this was much madami difficult than he made it seem.
“Years and years of practice,” he told me. “I barely notice the scent anymore.”
“Do you think it would be harder if you took a vacation from the hospital...
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