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		<description><![CDATA[and sat down on the 
very edge, his back ramrod straight. 



          


"Don't get worked up, Dad,<a href="http://www.zlxusb.com">usb flash disk</a>," I said after a moment of loaded silence. "Everything's okay." 

Edward grimaced, and I knew it was in objection to the word okay. He probably would have used 
something more like wonderful or perfect or glorious. 

"Sure it is, Bella, sure it is. If everything is so great, then why are you sweating bullets?" 

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>and sat down on the<br />
very edge, his back ramrod straight. </p>
<p>&#8220;Don&#8217;t get worked up, Dad,<a href="http://www.zlxusb.com">usb flash disk</a>,&#8221; I said after a moment of loaded silence. &#8220;Everything&#8217;s okay.&#8221; </p>
<p>Edward grimaced, and I knew it was in objection to the word okay. He probably would have used<br />
something more like wonderful or perfect or glorious. </p>
<p>&#8220;Sure it is, Bella, sure it is. If everything is so great, then why are you sweating bullets?&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m not sweating,<a href="http://www.mouse-travel.com/archives/331" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;">　　&#8221;We don&#8217;t take O.W.L.s till fifth year</a>,&#8221; I lied. </p>
<p>I leaned away from his fierce scowl, cringing into Edward, and instinctively wiped the back of my right<br />
hand across my forehead to remove the evidence. </p>
<p>&#8220;You&#8217;re pregnant!&#8221; Charlie exploded. &#8220;You&#8217;re pregnant, aren&#8217;t you?&#8221; </p>
<p>Though the question was clearly meant for me, he was glaring at Edward now, and I could have sworn I<br />
saw his hand twitch toward the gun. </p>
<p>&#8220;No! Of course I&#8217;m not!&#8221; I wanted to elbow Edward in the ribs, but I knew that move would only give<br />
me a bruise. I&#8217;d told Edward that people would immediately jump to this conclusion! What other<br />
possible reason would sane people have for getting married at eighteen? (His answer then had made me<br />
roll my eyes. Love. Right.) </p>
<p>Charlie&#8217;s glower lightened a shade. It was usually pretty clear on my face when I was telling the truth,<br />
and he believed me now. &#8220;Oh. Sorry.&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;Apology accepted.&#8221; </p>
<p>There was a long pause. After a moment, I realized everyone was waiting for me to say something. I<br />
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<p>He smiled at me and then squared his shoulders and turned to my father. </p>
<p>&#8220;Charlie, I realize that I&#8217;ve gone about this out of order. Traditionally, I should have asked you first. I<br />
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Charlie. I love her more than anything in the world, more than my own life, and��by some miracle��she<br />
loves me that way, too. Will you give us your blessing?&#8221; </p>
<p>He sounded so sure,<a href="http://www.xcqfw.com/archives/253" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;">　　On the other hand</a>, so calm. For just an instant, listening to the absolute confidence in his voice, I<br />
experienced a rare moment of insight, i could see, fleetingly, the way the world looked to him. For the<br />
length of one heartbeat, this news made perfect sense. </p>
<p>And then I caught sight of the expression on Charlie&#8217;s face, his eyes now locked on the ring. </p>
<p>I held my breath while his skin changed </p>]]></content:encoded>
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