She was a complete mystery to all the buildings around her and we were both sitting on opposite corners. She walked on her tippy toes through the yarn of a pullover, while I drank beer after beer and counted the people getting on the buses. She told me very clearly: no matter how many questions you ask the mirror, it will always answer the same thing you asked it. She was the strangest and at the same time the simplest thing they had invented. The others said she was crazy. Nobody liked her. She didn't want to have a fever so she wouldn't grow too big. She didn't want to fall in love. She moved in the footsteps that others did not want to step on. Her face changed shape as the minutes passed. No one knew anything about her. She never told me what the password to her heart was. Her mom's brain was long gone. Her dad was staked out in a white office. Her little brother couldn't scream. Their house had frozen over one winter morning. Neighbors shouted insults she could never hear. That girl never wanted to fall in love. She says she's like a bee, that once she lets go of her sting she's going to die.
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General Fiction"Debbie Harry and Kurt Cobain; Luca Prodan; a city that burns; a freckled girl who leaves; a war on a mysterious island and a cursed writer are the flashes that run through the mind of a teenager who suffered a motorcycle accident."
