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Rosalie POV
"And then there was the day I shot someone with my knife," Jasper babbled to his large crowd.
"Knives can't shoot anything, Jasper," I corrected him.
"You don't own me, control freak!" he spit in my face. "You didn't live through the war like I did, and from my own experience I tell no lies."
"Of course you don't."
Jasper turned around melodramatically, his eyebrows twitching. "What did you say…Alice."
"I'm saying that you lie all the time, liar," she said, stepping forward to meet him.
"Name one time when I lied." Jasper crossed his arms, waiting.
"About my makeup at the restaurant, about that red skirt, about Bella's rodeo, about where Renesmee was, about where you and Emmett were fishing, and especially about the Civil War." Alice smiled smugly.
"Ohhhh! You just got burned!" a random kid in the crowd yelled.
Jasper and Alice continued glaring at each other in silence, and it was then that I realized that both of them had forgotten about finding Renesmee. "Okay. While you two do…that, I'm going to go and try to find our niece."
"Have fun with that," Jasper said.
Alice just nodded.
With a loud sigh I turned on my heel and started searching for Renesmee.
Hopefully I could find her before Alice and Jasper came to their senses.