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Bird was a girl with secrets.

“How did you know,“ Summer would demand, and then decide: “It’s probably a coincidence.”
“It’s not a coincidence,” Bird would say. “It’s just obvious. Your body just knows.”
“But how do you know?”
“How do you know a story is a good story or not?” asked Bird. “Like that. You know like that.”

I just picked this up yesterday with the intention of just reading a page or two before going back to the book I was already reading, and I read several chapters and have been thinking about it every since. The prose is just gorgeous!

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