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The park was quiet for a Monday morning. Even with the sky clear and perfectly blue above them it was cold, and only a few brave mothers, their toddlers dressed up like little miniature Michelin men, their babies swaddled in carriages, shared the space with them.
As they hurried to the playground, Edward watched Bella, fascinated by the small wisps of icy breath that left her perfect lips. Her nose and cheeks were pink, not from her blush this time but from the cold, and he felt guilt at keeping her outside… but then she looked at him and smiled.
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