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Umm... because Stephenie Meyer made him that way...
And I've got one word for this...
SPAM!
And I don't mean the canned meat...
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"Um, well, bitten by a radioactive spider?" Was he a hypnotist, too? Or was I just a hopeless pushover? "That's not very creative," he scoffed. "I'm sorry, that's all I've got," I said, miffed. "You're not even close," he teased. "No spiders?" "Nope." "And no radioactivity?" "None." "Dang," I sighed. "Kryptonite doesn't bother me, either," he chuckled. -Twilight by: Stephenie Meyer
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