James, snapping my leg under his foot. That was nothing. That was a soft place to rest on a feather bed. I'd… — Stephenie Meyer

James, snapping my leg under his foot. That was nothing. That was a soft place to rest on a feather bed. I'd take that now, a hundred times. A hundred snaps. I'd take it and be grateful.

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