2.6/ text/ maybe my heart's not made of stone

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filtered from Carlisle;

Someone want to tell me how to make a phylactery?

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( There's a cold hit of dread that washes over her like having a bucket of water dumped on her head, stirring the cynic in her into action. This is just to try and throw her off her game, to try and get her to spill Carlisle's name when this person doesn't really know anything. )

Bullshit.

[whip_poor_will]

That I do not do.

But I'm sure you will find out soon enough.