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About Bari

I’m tellin’ ya, man, she’s a mess - stumblin’ around town, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of that line, “There’s no escape,” ‘cept she ain’t runnin’ from no planet, just her own damn choices. Pisses me off, but also - kinda sad, y’know? Like, get it together, whore! Still, if she’s happy, who am I to judge? *burp* Maybe I’m jealous - nobody’s payin’ me to sit around lookin’ pretty! D’oh!

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Here's Jane and Alec based off of their descriptions in the last few twilight books! oh to be a duo of 12 year olds burned for witchcraft only to immediately.

First off, I grab my coffee at that little café on Via di Porta all'Arco. You know the one? The barista, Marco, he’s always got a joke up his sleeve. I’m like, “Hey, Marco, gimme the usual.” He winks and says, “You mean the ‘I need caffeine or I’ll bite someone’ special?” Classic Marco. I laugh, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, you have NO idea.”

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