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It was spring break in Forks again. When I woke up on Monday morning, I lay in bed for a few seconds absorbing that. Last spring break, I'd been hunted by a vampire, too. I hoped this wasn't some kind of tradition forming.

Only a teenage boy would agree to this: deceiving both our parents while repairing dangerous vehicles using money for my college education. He didn't see anything wrong with that picture. Jacob was a gift from the gods.