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"Jake! Down, boy!"
Yes, she'd admit it, Edward Cullen was easy on the eyes, but he was The Enemy now—and the worst kind, at that—the stupid-hot variety. With only sixty-nine days of pre-primary pavement-pounding left, this campaign had no time for puppy-dog pouts.
"Okay, Jake, I need you to scour the internet for dirt on this guy. Yank those skeletons out of the closet! Dig up the buried bodies, and bring me the bones!"
Jake's face clouded with a familiar, anxious expression Bella knew better than to ignore. "What's wrong?"
"What if he finds out about your—"
BOH, aka Ida Ho, here!
Did someone say something about a closet? BONES? And what, pray tell, is Bella hiding? *gasp* (I have no idea, but I have a feeling we'll find out...hopefully before it's my turn again!)
You DID read the warnings, right? Heh. Damn, I love my fellow potatoes, because why else would a somewhat sane person take on this topic right now?
I guess we're going to answer reviews randomly, sporadically, and possibly under the wrong fanfic author names, but please know, even though we think you're a bit loony-tunes for reading this, we do appreciate every single eyeball that roams over our crazy words. And away we go! XXX ~BOH