This morning I got on the subway, and there was this guy around our age in a suit, taking up two seats with his legs wide open. I said, "Excuse me," he GLARED at me and moved over. There was a paper on the seat, so I asked him if it was his - he glared at me again like I was lower than low, and continued shopping for ties on his phone.
I dropped the newspaper on the floor, sat down, and thought about why this guy was so rude to me. Maybe it was a bad day? Maybe his girlfriend had just dropped him and he was anti-women? Maybe he really is that well endowed, and needed the extra room? But I decided it was that it was that he's a vampire and I'm like how Bella is to Edward - his specialty, or favorite type of human to drink from/kill. He had to look at me with disdain and stay away from me so he didn't suck my blood.
This is why I shouldn't read those books.
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