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Whiskey Lullaby‘She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette She broke his heart, he spent his whole life tryin' to forget’Whiskey Lullaby
“I’m sorry Edward. I cant anymore. You’ve hurt me too much.” Bella said
“Please Bella! Please!” Edward pleaded.
“I’m sorry…” Bells whispered turning around and walking away.
Leaving a broken Edward in the rain on his knees.
‘We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind Until' the night’
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Edward 3: Sick “Oh, my gosh, Edward, I’m so sorry!” Laura greeted me a few days after the funeral. We were at school, and she ran up to me, hugging me with all the strength she seemed to have. The witnesses surrounding us didn’t seem to bother her; when she let go, her eyes were swimming. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated.Edward 3: Sick
Father had died the night he’d been admitted to the hospital, no matter how hard Dr. Cullen or Mother tried to prevent it. The end came quickly for him, they said. He’d just stopped breathing.
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~Damn, you bested me again you little chocolate bitch~
What are the three words guaranteed to humiliate men everywhere? 'Hold my purse!'
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~Damn, you bested me again you little chocolate bitch~
What are the three words guaranteed to humiliate men everywhere? 'Hold my purse!'
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Pain it hurts, but without pain we can\'t Love.
EDWARD, JASPER, CARLISLE, & EMMETT!!!!! Jacob too.
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~Foxtail~
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The amount of women in London who flirt with their own husbands is perfectly scandalous. It looks so bad. It is simply washing one's clean linen in public.
~"The Importance of Being Ernest," Oscar Wilde.
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