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“With the slushy gripped in one hand, Sawyer held the hot dog in the other and leaned her head sideways to take a bite. She hadn't had a hot dog in years, perhaps not since the days of running through sprinklers. She was surprised by how it all came back to her instantly-the softness of the bun, the saltiness of the meat, the tang of the mustard.
"It tastes like summer," she said, attempting to lick a stray dollop of mustard from the corner of her mouth.
Nick smiled. "It's almost like you're a poet or something.”
― Suzanne Rindell, Summer Fridays

“What a strange thing it must be, Sawyer realized-to dedicate all that time to telling a particular story that seems to live solely inside of you, and then hand it over to a publisher to be so formally introduced to the world as a "book" ...and to have someone else decide the tone of that introduction, to boot.”
― Suzanne Rindell, Summer Fridays

“Do you ever think about just asking her, point-blank?"
Nick grunted. "I recommend that if you ask a question like that, just make sure you're really, truly ready to hear the answer.”
― Suzanne Rindell, Summer Fridays

“He says, “I’m going to take a stand,” and the world remains silent.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Nickel Boys