Page 98 of Crank (Crank 1)

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shed

my clothes,

showered,

scrubbed my

skin

until I thought

it might blister,

studied my thigh,

found

likely signs

of infection.

Bree shrugged,

Kristina

silently screamed

at the angry

green pocket of pus

beneath

the purple welt—

Adam’s forever

symbol of love.

The Door Opened

I did scream then.

But it was only Leigh.

Hey, it’s only me.

Kinda jumpy, aren’t you?

“Did you need something?

I’m naked you know.”

I’ve seen you naked before.

’Course I’ve never seen that before.

She pointed to the tattoo.

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