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Edward Cullen/bad idea
"These poems are pretty clever."
Bella smiles widely my way.
"I'm considering getting them insured."
I am never going to live down trying to microwave Chinese food.
"This one I found at a horror convention that my mom and I attended right after I graduated. She isn't in the best condition, but I had to have her."
I roll my eyes and grab some drinks.
"Ready to eat?"
They both turn and glare at me.
"I think this is unique and fits you perfectly," Dad says, putting a box back down. "I knew you were a strange duck the second I saw you."
Bella gives a curtsey and laughs.
"Proud creep at your service."
Lunch is comical.
Bella tells Dad about my first encounter with her dolls, and he gives her a couple of stories about my childhood.
"The boy refused to wear clothes from age two to four. He'd strip in the middle of the market."
My girlfriend turns to me, unphased by the fact that my father is sitting right next to her.
"Where's that Edward? I want a refund!"