"my dress is torn,
my hair is wild,
girl singing in the wreckage."
'girl singing in the wreckage' follows the life of april aurora torres; a compulsively rebellious young girl with a passion for photography and a habit for trouble.
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"do you remember the night we met?" he asked all of a sudden, breaking through the silence that had formed in the dimly lit living room.
"you kidding? of course i fucking do."
"will you tell it to me? the way you remember?"
"it's been years. and its one in the morning." she sighed, rubbing her forehead as she tried not to look into his eyes.
"i know, but i've missed hearing your voice." he paused before letting out a breathy laugh that made her heart squeeze inside her chest. "and i'm a little stoned."
"and here i thought you were coming out with the sentimental shit. i should've known better, grohl."
"please. it's been years." he spoke softly, and she was afraid his voice would break. or maybe she was afraid hers would first.
"i know." she began, taking a breath before transporting her mind back to 1991. "okay, it was the night i stole my dads car..."
