The twilight saga (breaking dawn)
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"Nu te teme," am murmurat eu. "Apartinem unul altuia."
Am fost copleșit brusc de adevărul propriilor mele cuvinte.
Acest moment a fost atât de perfect, atât de drept, nu a existat nici o cale ca să mă îndoiesc.
brațele lui înfășurate în jurul meu, mă țineau împotriva lui ...
Era ca și cum fiecare nerv care se termina în corpul meu , pareau vi.
"Pentru totdeauna", a spus el.
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