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"//Well, the whole// [parking] //lot is filled with junk and trash and crap, but last spring, in the middle of the trash this flower bloomed. This pretty little flower, right there, in the middle of a lot full of garbage. It was the weirdest thing. I mean, where did it come from? I didn't know whether to pick it or let it keep growing. I'd go by there every day to look at that stupid flower 'cause it was so unique and pretty and it tripped me out that it could bloom in the middle of all that trash. Then one day I went by and someone had thrown an old stuffed chair over it and broke it. Killed it. I told myself that the next time I saw something beautiful trying to survive in the middle of trash I'd do what I could to protect it, to make sure it grew and that nobody messed it up. So, I guess you're my flower//." (128-129)

"//She had Monty holding her left hand, the letter in her right, and the warm spring wind of Chicago against her back, pushing her forward//." (184)