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Bird lies down beside Marella, who smells like the springtime tea roses in the school garden, like fresh laundry and sunshine, like pink and childhood things, but her voice is bitter, her hope defiant. She smells like the girl she once was: she speaks like the woman she's becoming. Does Bird still smell like Emily? Does she speak like her? Her fears are still Emily's fears, but her problems are different.