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Edward Cullen/love grows and so do erections
"I thought Rosalie was competitive," Emmett mutters.
He goes back to attempting to make a house of cards and ignores what's happening at the other end of the table.
Bella is dancing around Rosalie and screaming.
"I win! You lose! I win! You lose!"
My girlfriend is insane.
I still love her.
The creepy doll collecting, french fries dipped in mustard eating lunatic has wormed her way into my heart in a permanent kind of way.
I'll happily hand over my mancard to admit that fact.
The thing you're willing to do for the people you love.
It's like the more things I learn about her the deeper my feelings grow.
Like right now, for instance.
A triumphant Bella is a horny Bella.
"Time for visitors to leave so we can make use of this big oak table," she tells our friends.
She opens the door, shoves them out, and then remembers that they brought things.
Like their coats and shoes.
"Sorry!" I call.
I lie.