The locals have no idea how big a bad guy they've got here. Even if I asked, they wouldn't come. But even the polo shirt and jeans seemed a little much beside what some of the women were wearing. Edward and I walked back to the parking lot, holding the child's hands while she half-walked, half-danced between us.
It had been so long since I carried a purse instead of a fanny pack that it felt awkward on my shoulder. It was also packed nearly corner to corner with vampires. Shit, girlfriend, I may be good, but I'm not that good. It wasn't even Olaf's.
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