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I Know The Exact Date That I Began Writing Twilight, Because It Was Also The First Day Of Swim Lessons For My Kids. So I Can Say With Certainty That It All Started On June 2, 2003.

It Will Be As If I'd Never Existed. The Words Ran Through My Head, Lacking The Perfect Clarity Of My Hallucination Last Night. They Were Just Words, Soundless, Like Print On A Page. Just Words, But They Ripped The Hole Wide Open, And I Stomped On The Brake, Knowing I Should Not Drive While This Incapacitated. I Curled Over, Pressing My Face Against The Steering Wheel And Trying To Breathe Without Lungs.

Only A Teenage Boy Would Agree To This: Deceiving Both Our Parents While Repairing Dangerous Vehicles Using Money Meant For My College Education. He Didn't See Anything Wrong With That Picture. Jacob Was A Gift From The Gods.

I Don’t Care About Anything But Keeping Her Alive. If It’s A Child She Wants, She Can Have It. She Can Have Half A Dozen Babies. Anything She Wants. She Can Have Puppies, If That’s What It Takes.

"hey Jacob!" I Felt An Unfamiliar Surge Of Enthusiasm At His Smile. I Realized That I Was Pleased To See Him. This Knowledge Surprised Me. I Smiled Back, And Something Clicked Silently Into Place, Like Two Corresponding Puzzle Pieces. I'd Forgotten How Much I Really Liked Jacob Black.