No idea!
One minute Jacob fans were trying to tear me apart, then they talked to the Edward fans... they seemed to reach some kind of agreement... they mentioned your name... and then I was here...
they're outside... I'm too afraid to move from this spot.
This is great, Im about to get torn to shreds. My only companions? A shit-scared doctor staring at the wall like the paint is talking to him, and a drunken old admiral who can barely stand with a liver more inclined to jump out his mouth and tapdance, rather than work.
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