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"Ew. Someone put the dog out, "Rosalie murmured wrinkling her nose. Have you herd this one, Psycho? how do a blond's brain cells die?" She didn't say… - Stephenie Meyer
"Ew. Someone put the dog out, "Rosalie murmured wrinkling her nose.
Have you herd this one, Psycho?
how do a blond's brain cells die?"
She didn't say anything.
Well?" I asked."Do you know the punch line or not?"
She looked pointedly at the TV and ignored me.
Has she heard it?" I asked Edward.
No." He answered.
Awesome. So you'll enjoy this, bloodsucker — a blond's brain cells die alone.
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About Stephenie Meyer
Stephenie Meyer (born December 24, 1973) is an American author. She is author of the young adult Twilight saga, which consists of Twilight and its sequels New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. The Twilight saga centers around Bella Swan, a human girl who falls in love with vampire Edward Cullen. Meyer is also the author of an adult science-fiction novel, The Host.
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