Page 62 of Crank (Crank 1)


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for pain.

And Then I Heard

a familiar voice.

Hey, dudes.

Whatcha doin’?

Adam took

command.

You not bothering

that little girl?

The trio

pulled back,

straightened up.

’Cause that just

isn’t right

Glared.

Stared.

Half issued

a challenge.

Nah, man. No need

to fight. Besides …

Adam pointed

to a black

and white,

two blocks

away and closing.

You know what they do

to rapists in prison?

Three Raiders Jackets

faded into the night,

dissolving like silver

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