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Most characters belong to S. Meyer. The rest belong to me. All mistakes are mine.
Chapter 13 – Hangover
PRESENT:
In the morning, jackhammers attack.
Alice finds me trying not to die.
"Coffee? Or is it tea-time?"
Laughing hurts. "Al…there's something-"
"We spoke last night…you, in a British accent."
"Ugh. You upset with me?"
"You were twenty. I wonder why you never told me."
"I think…I had to pretend…Al, I have to talk to him. Last night, I said things…not even sure what. He probably hates me."
"Bella, he called me and refused to leave you until I came outside. That's not hate."
"What is it?"
Alice shrugs. "He's private. Now I know why. Bella, the wedding rehearsal's tonight…talk to him."
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