His nose was packed with white cotton and covered in a hard bandage. It had been so long since I carried a purse instead of a fanny pack that it felt awkward on my shoulder. I said none of this out loud. And all the preternatural experts you find are specialists; they're witches, or clairvoyants, or demonologists.
Jeez, that's almost scary. I doubt that, Edward said. He had a gun in his hand. Please--refreshing after hearing myself called bitch about a dozen times.
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