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“you’re here,” she says. he carries this memory of them in his pocket, under spare change and lint, rusting buttons and tickets to planes he’ll forget to use. twilight. jacob. jacob/bella. general spoilers. future fic. 1084 words, pg. for
anythingbutgrey & her jacob/bella holiday ficathon. notes at the bottom. my holiday: ash wednesday.
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