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BACKDOOR INTERROGATIONS
IT WAS VERY HARD IN THE MORNING, FIRST THING, TO ARGUE WITH THE part of me that was sure last night was a dream. Logic wasn't on my side, or common sense. I clung to the parts of him I couldn't have imagined—like his smell. I was sure I could never have dreamed up his delicious, silken smell on my own.
It was dark and foggy outside my window; absolutely perfect. Absolutely perfect weather for hanging out with my vampire boyfriend. I dressed in my heavy clothes, remembering I didn't have a jacket. Further proof that my memory was real.
When I got downstairs, Charlie was gone again—I was running later than I'd realized. I swallowed a granola bar in three bites,213 chased it down with straight milk from
213. Bella swallows with her teeth.