Page 159 of Glass (Crank 2)

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and my father, the troll,

and his

miserable

fairy, Linda Sue. I do

feel sorry for her, and

I’m starting to feel pretty

sorry

for myself, too. Okay,

it’s looking to turn

out to be a

sleepless

toss-and-turn,

dissolve-slowly-

into-morning night

after all.

Three Weeks and Four Days

Since Hunter became an official

candidate for the kingdom of heaven.

Three weeks and one day since

Dad and Linda Sue left Mom’s insults

in their exhaust. Three weeks and two

days since Leigh and Heather flew

back to their swanky campus, leaving

me with no unequivocal answers

about cheerleaders and their diet aids

or what, exactly, lesbians do for fun.

Three weeks and three days since I

started work at the 7-Eleven.

Three weeks and three days of learning

to stock shelves, scan items, clear gas

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