The inside of the house was just the way that I remembered it. The فر, سمور carpets from his hunting days in Canada. There was a black برداشت, ریچھ carpet as soon as we walk into the house. I smiled as I pull off my sneakers and the فر, سمور felt warm from the long hours of being with Luke in the car from the airport.
It felt like I belonged there not in Maine where Lara was. Luke tossed my bag onto the سوفی, لٹانا as we walked into the living room. I was amazed on how many trophies that he won while attending school here in Forks. He won many باسکٹ, باسکٹ بال games and there were so many newspaper clippings of him when...
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