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It was beautiful outside, one of those first days when summer rounds the corner and can see fall. It was not cold or even cool, but the air held the promise that the suffocating heat would not return. It was a day like a newly sharpened pencil, full of possibilities. Where was, for instance, a whacking great spaceship parked at the top of the hill.
—  Erin Bow, The Scorpion Rules