May 16 2006
Rte 106. Plympton. Many of us had to go there. A lot. I looked for her there. Did you? I could not find her exactly, could you? As you will see, I am finding her, more and more and more... Starting from the beginning...
Every piece of glass that might have touched her had to be treasured.
Every note left in the rain and the mud saved...
Priscilla, who rode next to Torri in the back seat that day and struggles with painful injuries,
and the memory of the girl she loved dying next to her ("I just remember hearing, she has no pulse"),
scribbled this note after arriving at the Emergency Room. Her brother wanted us to have it.
my name was torri
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