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Next Previous. Over Edward's POV. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez comment!!!! I used most of the part about the phone call from Stephenie Meyer's website but everything else is my idea. Today, I simply took the liberty of turning my cell phone off.


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This is just a writing exercise I did. I figured I might as well share it. The room is dark — so dark that neither man can see the other from their cots across the room from each other. Edward faces the small, barred window in the center of the room. He feels like this is all he's done for the past five years — look out this damn window. It's so insignificant that it doesn't let in any light at all, regardless of the time of the day, yet he has spent so much of his time staring at it.

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