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at me in encouragement。
I sighed It was like I was starting all over again。
〃What's today's date?〃 I wondered suddenly。
〃It's January nineteenth。〃
〃Hmm。〃
〃What is it?〃 Angela asked。
〃It was a year ago yesterday that I had my first day here;〃 I mused。
〃Nothing's changed much;〃 Angela muttered; looking after Lauren and Jessica。
〃I know; I agreed I was just thinking the same thing。〃
7。 REPETITION
I WASN'T SURE WHAT THE HELL I WAS DOING HERE Was I trying to push myself back
into
the zombie stupor? Had I turned masochistic—developed a taste for torture? I
should have gone straight
down to La Push I felt much; much healthier around Jacob This was not a
healthy thing to do。
But I continued to drive slowly down the overgrown lane; twisting through the
trees that arched over me
like a green; living tunnel My hands were shaking; so I tightened my grip on
the steering wheel。
I knew that part of the reason I did this was the nightmare; now that I was
really awake; the nothingness
of the dream gnawed on my nerves; a dog worrying a bone。
There was something to search for。 Unattainable and impossible; uncaring and
distracted but he was
out there; somewhere。 I had to believe that。
The other part was the strange sense of repetition I'd felt at school today;
the coincidence of the date。
The feeling that I was starting over—perhaps the way my first day would have
gone if I'd really been the
most unusual person in the cafeteria that afternoon。
The words ran through my head; tonelessly; like I was reading them rather than
hearing them spoken:
It will be as if I'd