Grind Me Into Dust

Grind Me Into Dust

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Alyssum Graves was a household name and it was like that long before her back was broken in a car accident eighteen months ago. She had the world in the palm of her hand and it disappeared when the doctors told her it was impossible for her to walk again let alone dance. Bouncing back from that diagnosis, Alyssum thinks she's ready to go back on tour. She's a performer and it's her life, she has a new album out and she's going on tour for the first time as a solo artist. Will having Cassidy Cole and the rest of his band, The Delinquents, as her opener be her biggest mistake of the summer? Or will she finally find happiness and unconditional support?
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