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"You smell like vanilla and flowers... and sunrise, and hope. Like my favorite scene... every morning here on this beach house. Sunrise. Me—eating my vanilla-flavored birthday cake. Mom—with flowers from Dad. You smell just like that."           

               excerpt from Chapter 3

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