*by Stephenie Meyer*
NEW MOON - chapter 2 - STITCHES
“You know my father was a clergyman,” he mused as he cleaned the таблица carefully, rubbing everything down with we gauze, and then doing it again. The smell of the alcohol burned my nose. “He had a rather harsh view of the world, which I was already beginning to Вопрос before the time that I changed.” Carlisle put all the dirty gauze and the glass slivers into an empty crystal bowl. I didn’t understand what he was doing, even when he lit the match. Then he threw it onto the alcohol-soaked fibers, and the sudden blaze made me jump....
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