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"HOW BAD did your mom bust you over wrecking Sean's car?" Emily asked Hanna as the group strolled through the park.
"Okay, I did not wreck it; I damaged it," She defended, throwing her hands in the air, "And, actually everyone's being really mature about it."
"Oh."
"There's no 'oh'. We're just being grown-ups, that's all." Hanna said.
As they reached an old wooden bench, Spencer changed the topic over to Alison's shrine.
"Okay, so the town is gonna put in a new bench, and we'll plant the flowerbeds, and there's gonna be a pathway of art tiles." Aria explained.
Amber sat down beside Spencer on the bench, her heels were killing her feet after the walk, "Art tiles?"
Aria nodded, Emily adding, "Messages, pictures, memories of Alison."
"Aw, like little headstones." Hanna grinned cheekily.
"Hanna!" Aria and Amber scolded the blonde, who simply shrugged her shoulders with a 'What?'.
"We should each do a tile." Emily suggested.
"Nu-uh, have you seen my art?" Amber shook her head, looking up at the swimmer with wide eyes.
"You don't have to pain anything," Emily reassured her, "Just find a photo you like of her and find a shop that can print it onto the tile."
"I've had Alison's bracelet since the day we found it in the woods," Hanna rummaged through her purse, pulling out the red jewellery, "And I don't want the responsibility anymore."
She handed it over to Aria, "I don't want it."
"Seriously, somebody take this." Spencer reluctantly took the bracelet from Hanna's hands in annoyance.
"Look at us. Bunch of babies," She commented, "There's nothing that A can say or do to get us in trouble without making trouble for herself."
"Are you sure it's a 'her'?" Hanna wondered.
"Him, her— doesn't make any difference." Spencer scoffed, reaching into her bag and pulling out her laptop, typing away whilst staring at the screen.
"What are you doing?" Emily questioned her, Amber leaning over the Hastings' shoulder to get a look.
"I'm gonna block all messages from people that I don't know— IMs, tests, e-mails, everything," She told them, "Screw A. There. Who's next?"
After the four girls shared glancing, as if silently say 'Shall I to or you?', Emily finally plucked up the courage and took the laptop out of Spencer's hands and swapped places with her so she was sat on the bench.
