Page 195 of Fallout (Crank 3)


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Something disquieting. Now

that I think about it, I can taste

it too, lingering on his tongue.

It’s not quite sweet, and reminds

me of how the chem lab smells.

Crystal. He uses sometimes,

has offered it to me, though

not since we’ve been together.

“You buzzed?” The thought

half horrifies, half excites me.

Nah. At my disbelieving look,

he admits, Not really. Just did

a little. I don’t react, and that

makes him kind of twitchy.

Why, you want to try some?

Always before, I just said no,

left it solidly there. I waver

now. I want to share everything

with Kyle. Want to know what he

knows, feel what he feels, share

the same space he’s in. I almost

say what the hell. In fact, I open

my mouth to do so. But what comes

out is, “N-not today.” I hope he thinks

it has to do with Thanksgiving.

Instead he says, Chicken?

Rather than argue or explain,

I simply tell him he’s right.

No need for lengthy stories

about Mom and predisposition.

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