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I shot my mom. She was out, hadn’t turned yet. I ended it.
And then I knew I was dead.
Because, through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, caling me to the only heaven I wanted.
Twilight, Chapter 23: The Angel
The temp controls in my fridge are the same as the ones in my heart
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