[Rosalie is feeling restless tonight. She goes out to the front porch, longing for the days when she could drown out this uneasiness with sleep. She knew that the air blowing on her skin was cold, but she couldn't feel it. She has her journal open beside her; she needed distractions right now
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[is already bursting out of bed, in his boxers mind you and down the stairs, he looks murderous]
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