Isabella Marie Swan ⌻ "Eve" (
deepest_magic) wrote2013-07-20 03:29 pm
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tuesday afternoon
Elizabeth's house is within walking distance. Bella goes over to it the following day, after lunch, carrying two extra clumsily-frosted but perfectly baked cupcakes in her hands and notebooks in her backpack.
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"Fairy tales," she pronounces after a while, "are really, really weird. I wonder if stories that get written now will seem weird in three hundred years."
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