" I've been sniffing out the guys in my English class (to the extent that this is possible without getting my throat cut), but they smell the same way they always do: like feet and testicles. As opposed to freesias.

I don't want to keep sniffing them, Lyd.

- Letter from Seb to Lyd. "

― Jaclyn Moriarty , The Year of Secret Assignments (Ashbury/Brookfield, #2)