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It
was
just
noon
when
I
got
back
inside
.
I
went
upstairs
and
got
dressed
for
the
day
,
jeans
and
a
t
-
shirt
,
since
I
was
staying
indoors
.
It
didn
’
t
take
too
much
effort
to
concentrate
on
my
task
for
the
day
,
a
paper
on
Macbeth
that
was
due
Wednesday
.
I
settled
into
outlining
a
rough
draft
contentedly
,
more
serene
than
I
’
d
felt
since
.
.
.
well
,
since
Thursday
afternoon
,
if
I
was
being
honest
.
That
had
always
been
my
way
,
though
.
Making
decisions
was
the
painful
part
for
me
,
the
part
I
agonized
over
.
But
once
the
decision
was
made
,
I
simply
followed
through
-
usually
with
relief
that
the
choice
was
made
.
Sometimes
the
relief
was
tainted
by
despair
,
like
my
decision
to
come
to
Forks
.
But
it
was
still
better
than
wrestling
with
the
alternatives
.
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This
decision
was
ridiculously
easy
to
live
with
.
Dangerously
easy
.
And
so
the
day
was
quiet
,
productive
-
I
finished
my
paper
before
eight
.
Charlie
came
home
with
a
large
catch
,
and
I
made
a
mental
note
to
pick
up
a
book
of
recipes
for
fish
while
I
was
in
Seattle
next
week
.
The
chills
that
flashed
up
my
spine
whenever
I
thought
of
that
trip
were
no
different
than
the
ones
I
’
d
felt
before
I
’
d
taken
my
walk
with
Jacob
Black
.
They
should
be
different
,
I
thought
.
I
should
be
afraid
-
I
knew
I
should
be
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
feel
the
right
kind
of
fear
.
I
slept
dreamlessly
that
night
,
exhausted
from
beginning
my
day
so
early
,
and
sleeping
so
poorly
the
night
before
.
I
woke
,
for
the
second
time
since
arriving
in
Forks
,
to
the
bright
yellow
light
of
a
sunny
day
.
I
skipped
to
the
window
,
stunned
to
see
that
there
was
hardly
a
cloud
in
the
sky
,
and
those
there
were
just
fleecy
little
white
puffs
that
couldn
’
t
possibly
be
carrying
any
rain
.
I
opened
the
window
-
surprised
when
it
opened
silently
,
without
sticking
,
not
having
opened
it
in
who
knows
how
many
years
-
and
sucked
in
the
relatively
dry
air
.
It
was
nearly
warm
and
hardly
windy
at
all
.
My
blood
was
electric
in
my
veins
.
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Charlie
was
finishing
breakfast
when
I
came
downstairs
,
and
he
picked
up
on
my
mood
immediately
.
"
Nice
day
out
,
"
he
commented
.
"
Yes
,
"
I
agreed
with
a
grin
.