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I have never fitted in and now… well… I have an indecent proposal to consider from King Misfit himself. Why is he this way? Nature or Nurture… It’s so alien to anything I know.
Why is he what way?
What are you pondering, Bella? Are you wondering why he was crowned the King of Misfits, because I believe you were the one who just ordained him thus without any evidence to support it.
Also, you just stated that you were a misfit yourself, so maybe he is that way for the same reasons as you are. Why is that so alien from everything you know?
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I came here to spend the night in Edward Cullen’s bed, and managed it, even though he doesn’t let anyone in his bed… I smile to myself… yep. Mission accomplished. Big time. I grin…
You have all the makings of a great prostitute, Bella.
Keep up the good work.
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Yes, I want to be in Edward Cullen’s bed.
For the love of God and all that is holy, I know! I know this because you have told me so at least a hundred times so far, and we’re barely 60 pages into the story.
Please refrain from repeating yourself over and over and over again.
My inner critic invites you to tag along on a journey through the deepest, darkest realms of bad fiction, as epitomized in the fanfictional beginnings of the now bestselling series 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. In other words, I am doing a through and critical reading of 'Master of the Universe' by Snowqueens Icedragon. Be warned: Kinky fuckery lies ahead (admittedly most of it is being censored, what with genitalia being vaguely alluded to as 'way down there', or simply just 'there'.) Nevertheless, twelve-year-olds, consider yourselves warned.
