by Laurie Halse Anderson
I got out and leaned against the car. There were a few clouds in the sky. Maybe they had been partying all night, too. Out in the west, towards Pittsburgh, the moon was setting, pulling a couple starts down with it. I like how it was all happening at once, the moon and stars pinking up the sunrise, the whole world spinning around like it was supposed to. (pg. 210)
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