Page 82 of Crank (Crank 1)

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green

nose

clogging

gobs

in

sincere

need

of a

good

blow

instead,

I let

the

snot

drip.

I Was Mid-Drip

when Adam knocked on the door.

I half considered pretending

I wasn’t there.

Hurting.

Bursting.

Over him.

Over this whole sorry

pile of crap

I’d dug myself into.

But I wanted to see him

more than anything.

Needed to know

I hadn’t imagined

the whole head over heels

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