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1 " ...I witnessed a piece of her soul leave her body. Until that day, I had thought souls left bodies at the time of death, all at once. But when I saw Olivia's face, her arms crossed in front of her, the tears streaming down her cheeks, and the rose-colored hives blooming upward and outward across her chest, I knew everything I had believed about souls leaving bodies was wrong. Souls leave bodies in tiny gasps, like when you hold the lip of a balloon tightly and let out the air a little bit at a time" -Molly "
― Carrie Firestone , Dress Coded
2 " No, we won’t forget this.” I pull a lilac off a low branch and tuck it behind Liza’s ear. “Bonita,” I say. Before we get up, I kiss her on the cheek. “We’re going to make memories this summer so when high school is over we can meet back on this bench and remember it all, okay?” Liza smiles. “It’s a date. "
3 " Hello, Fisher Middle School and beyond. My name is Molly Frost, and this is Dress Coded: A Podcast, "
4 " I don’t say this to Olivia, for obvious reasons, but when Mr. Dern and Dr. Couchman were yelling at her because of a royal-blue tank top with spaghetti straps, I witnessed a piece of her soul leave her body. "
5 " The thing about souls. Remember those tiny pieces, the bits that break off and burn off and fly away? I have good news. They can come back" -Molly "
6 " Mom comes in a little while later. “I just want you to know he’s doing this because he’s out of sorts.” “He’s been out of sorts since I was born, Mom.” Her face drops, and she walks out to pack Danny’s suitcase, because Danny is out of sorts and can’t do anything for himself. "
7 " BEFORE THE TREE HOUSE WAS A RECORDING STUDIO FOR PODCASTS, IT WAS:* A grotto for mermaids and mermen. Piles of seashells. Buckets of sand from our old sand table. Fabric in shades of blue hanging everywhere. A fairy house. Shimmer fabric in shades of pink, yellow, and green. Tissue-paper flowers. Cutout butterflies with huge googly eyes. The boxcar from the Boxcar Children books. Spoons, tin plates, a knapsack, crackers, and plain cookies. Red-and-white-checked fabric for the windows. A keep. Cardboard swords wrapped in foil. Many, many of them. The Gryffindor common room. Red and gold, with wands made out of repurposed foil swords. "
8 " Mr. Lu doesn’t miss a beat. He’s always on the lookout for phones and other contraband. “Molly and Megan, you want to share that note with the class?” “Not really,” I say. "
9 " On the way upstairs, Will whispers, “Don’t forget about that Pearl thing. "