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"You’ve got a deal," Spencer said, giggling

Two bright pink spots appeared on Melissa’s cheeks, al in Spencer’s stoo, she’d had two sisters Now she was down to only one But maybe Melissa was the only sister she’d ever really needed Perhaps Melissa even could be the sister Spencer had alanted…and Spencer could be that sister to Melissa, too Maybe all they had to do was give each other a chance

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EMILY FIELDS PUTS IT ALL TO REST

Instead of driving straight home from the hospital, Emily made the turn down Goshen Road It was a hilly, picturesque lane that featured a series of dairy far stone wall fro that it had three separate garages and its own helipad

Eventually, she caate of St Basil’s ceate was still open, and there were a couple of cars parked in the lot Eine She sat for a love co she’d stashed there

Her Vans sank in the wet, soft grass as she walked past the graves, s E for in no tied prettily between two pine trees Alison Lauren DiLaurentis, the grave said It was surprising that it was still here, being that Ali’s family had left Rosewood forever

And that it wasn’t actually Ali as buried here, but Courtney

Emily traced the A on the headstone with her thu Ali so intimately, better than any of the others And yet she hadn’t known that the girl she was kissing wasn’t the Ali she’d known all those years before She’d been too blinded by love Even today, a big part of her still couldn’t believe it had happened She couldn’t grasp that the girl who’d come back to them wasn’t the Ali she’d known--and that the Ali she’d knoasn’t the real Ali at all

Eed her hand into the plastic bag The patent leather change purse squeaked against her fingers She’d stuffed it with asand the zipper barely closing Sighing, she traced a finger over the E Ali had presented it to Erade "Pour vous, from moi," she’d said

"What’s the occasion?" Emily asked

"There isn’t one" Ali bumped Emily’s hip "Just that I hope Emily Fields is my very bestest friend forever"

E in the wind She started to dig into the earth next to the grave Dirt got underneath her fingernails and all over her palms, but she burrowed down at least a foot before she stopped Taking a deep breath, she dropped the change purse in Hopefully, the purse would stay buried this time This here the purse should be--the notes and pictures, too It was E that would symbolize her friendship with her Ali forever Emily’s bulletin board looked so bare without all the photos, but she’d have to fill it with new memories Hopefully, ones that included Aria, Spencer, and Hanna

"Bye, Ali," Emily said softly Leaves rustled A car swished on the street below, its headlights bouncing off the tree trunks As she was about to leave, she heard another noise She stopped It sounded like a snicker

Elanced at the other graves, but nobodythe headstones She even looked up into the sky, as if searching for a blond head aht about the Web site she’d stumbled upon the other day, a collection of anonymous Twitters from people who’d sworn they’d seen Alison DiLaurentis I just saw her walking into J Crew in Phoenix, AZ, one of the posts said I definitely saw Ali at Starbucks in Boulder, tweeted another There were at least fifty of the added every day

"Who’s there?" E seconds passed, but no one answered

Eth, she started down the hill to the car Served her right for hanging around the ceht--all kinds of innocuous sounds and shadows seemed scary in the dark It was probably just the wind

Or…was it?