Page 32 of Crank (Crank 1)
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eyes narrowing, reached
out and touched the flush
of my cheek.
But you’re wrong.
The Wind Blew Up
My mind raced.
My heart joined in.
I shook my head,
mute as snowfall.
What, then? Why do you look
at me that way?
What could I say?
That some stranger
inside me couldn’t
keep her eyes off him?
I know you can talk. I heard
you before.
I felt her stir, like a
breeze blowing up off
the evening sea. My
wind had awakened.
You know, you’re kind of cute,
in a stuck-up sort of way.
She pumped through
my veins in hot, red
bursts. Blood pressure
rose in my face, blush.
You here for the summer? What’s
your name?
Her tongue curled
