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  o make mike and jessica happy at the same time. i could see
  jessica gl at us now.
  the numbers worked out in my favh. lee brought tle,
  and sudde was necessary. i mao wedge jess iween
  mike ahe frohe suburban. mike could have been more
  graceful about it, but at least jess seemed appeased.
  it was oo la push from forks, with geous, dense
  grees edging the road most of the way and the wide quillayute
  river s twice. i was glad i had the e'd
  rolled the n — the suburban was a bit claustrophobie
  people in it — ao absorb as mulight as possible.
  i'd been to the bead la push many times during my forks summers
  with charlie, so the mile-lo of first beach was familiar to
  me. it was still breathtakier was dark gray, even in the
  sunlight, ed ao the gray, rocky shore. islands rose
  out of the steel harbor waters with sheer cliff sides, reag to uneven
  summits, ah austere, s firs. the bealy a
  thiual saer's edge, after which it grew into
  millie, smooth sto looked unifray from a
  dista close up were every shade a stone could be: terra-cotta,
  sea green, lavender, blue gray, dull gold. the tide lirewn with
  huge driftwood trees, bleae white i waves, some piled
  taihe fe, some lying solitary, just
  out of reach of the waves.
  there was a brisk wind ing off the waves, d briny. pelis
  floated on the swells while seagulls and a lone eagle wheeled above them.
  the clouds still circled the sky, threatening to i a,
  but for now the sun shos halo of blue sky.
  we picked our way down to the beach, mike leadi of
  driftwood logs that had obviously been used for parties like ours before.
  there was a fire circle already in place, filled with black ashes. eric
  ahought was hered broken branches of driftwood
  from the drier piles agai edge, and soon had a
  teepee-shaped stru built atop the old ders.
  ”have you ever seen a driftwood fire?” mike asked me. i was sitting on
  ohe bone-colored beher girls clustered, gossiping
  excitedly, oher side of me. mike khe fire, lighting one
  of the smaller sticks with a cigarette lighter.
  ”no,” i said as he placed the blazing twig carefully agaieepee.
  ”you'll like this then — watch the colors.” he lit another small branch
  and laid it alohe flames started to lick quickly up
  the dry wood.
  ”it's blue,” i said in surprise.
  ”the salt does it. pretty, isn't it?” he lit one more piece, placed it
  where the fire had, ao sit by me. thankfully,
  jess was on his other side. she turo him aention.
  i watched the strange blue and green flames crackle toward the sky.
  after a half hour of chatter, some of the boys wao hike to the
  idal pools. it was a dilemma. on the one haide
  pools. they had fasated me since i was a child; they were ohe
  only things i ever looked forward to when i had to e to forks. on the
  other hand, i'd also falle. not a big deal when you're
  seven and with your dad. it reminded me of edward's request — that i not
  fall into the o.
  lauren was the one who made my dee. she didn't want to hike,
  and she was defihe wro. most of the other
  girls besides angela and jessica decided to stay on the beach as well. i
  waited until tyler and eriitted t with them before i
  got up quietly to j group. mike gave me a huge smile
  whe i was ing.
  the hike wasn't too long, though i hated to lose the sky in the woods.
  the green light of the forest was stra odds with the adolest
  laughter, too murky and ominous to be in harmony with the light banter
  arouo i took very carefully, avoiding roots
  below and branches above, and i soon fell behiually i broke
  through the emerald es of the forest and found the