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Scratch Scratch.
"Renesmee, stop scratching your vag at the dinner table," Bella yelled loudly enough for everyone to hear. There was currently a big ass dear sitting on the table, and they were drinking its blood threw Capri-Sun package straws.
"But it itches!" Interjected Renesmee as she continued to scratch her coochie.
"She probably has a yeast infection," Rosalie volunteered.
"Shut up, ho," Renesmee interrupted. "There ain't no bread loaf baking in the oven."
"Besides, how would she even get a yeast infection?" Edward asked.
"WE'RE EATING!" Carlisle said angrily. "STOP TALKING ABOUT HER VAJAYJAY! I'll take a look at it later."
"Eww, I don't want Grandpa looking at my fish factory," Renesmee said.
"Fine, we'll take you to a gyno tomorrow." Bella said.
Author's Note: This'll probably only be two chapters. Tune in again to see what happens. Or, I may just study for my finals. REVIEW this!