Page 173 of Crank (Crank 1)

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past closed doors,

I wondered if I’d ever feel completely human again.

Exhausted

but too buzzed to sleep,

I pulled out some stationary:

Dearest Adam,

Always great to hear from you.

You’re a regular well of information.

Why isn’t any of it ever good?

If you happen to see my dad again,

tell him not to bother keeping in touch.

He’s a shit and I hope his new girlfriend

gives him herpes. Or worse.

How’s it going with Giselle?

(Were her parents on something

when they named her?) I’m sure she

gets high if you’re attracted to her.

Have you two done the dirty yet?

As for me, I’ve got two boyfriends.

One is too busy to keep me out

of trouble. The other just raped me.

I think it was rape, anyway.

Can you define the word for me?

Oops. I think I’m sounding bitter.

Better close now. I need to cry.

(Maybe you didn’t want to hear that.)

Love you, too, K … Bree

It Was Mean

So mean, it made me feel

better

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