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“What if they don’t like me?” she whispered, and all our eyes flashed to her face.
“Of course they’ll—,” Jacob started to say, but I silenced him with a look. “They don’t understand you, Renesmee, because they’ve never met anyone like you,” I told her, not wanting to lie to her with promises that might not come true. “Getting them to understand is the problem.”