[Bella lets out a bark of laughter that she quickly covers with one hand, mostly so she won't let out the bitter not by choice, believe me.] Uh, Forks, Washington. Doesn't count if you've never heard of it, though, cause nobody has.
[It's then, as she says this last thing -- her name, her sign, her city -- that the compulsion to follow abruptly stops, as quickly as if it had been cut with scissors. Bella halts in her tracks, blinking rapidly.] ...huh.
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[It's then, as she says this last thing -- her name, her sign, her city -- that the compulsion to follow abruptly stops, as quickly as if it had been cut with scissors. Bella halts in her tracks, blinking rapidly.] ...huh.