pg 15- "She had no friends, yet she was the friendliest person in school."
pg 15-"She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest smell of cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew."
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