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"Is Bella feeling any better?" Eleanor found herself back on campus that next Monday. She didn't want to go back, but Carlisle assured her Bella would be okay until she returned. She only had classes Monday and Tuesday, so she'd be returning to Forks Wednesday. "A little bit," Eleanor told Jessica, "she still looks like a ghost." "What's wrong with her?" Angela asked. "I think she caught something from the island," she lied. "What island?" Eleanor blushed, avoiding the girl's eyes. She mumbled out the name, keeping her eyes on the path in front of her. "You have an island?" Jessica exclaimed, and Eleanor reached over to slap her arm. "Shut up! Carlisle might've bought it after graduation," she said, shyly. She felt weird saying it out loud. "Oh, my God." Angela laughed, "
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