Page 219 of Fallout (Crank 3)


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Gold’s Gym, of course, is a sponsor.

Not to mention an X advertiser.

As buff Santa’s sleigh rolls off into

the distance, people begin to move

toward their cars or vendor booths.

I turn off my mic, begin to pack up.

A small pair of hands slides around

my waist from behind. Nikki must

have changed her mind, dragged

herself out of bed. “Nik?” But neither

voice nor hands are a match. Nope.

Not Nik. It’s just me. Hey, Hunter.

Equal parts disappointment

and exhilaration jab me. Not Nikki.

But not exactly bad, either.

“Leah. All on your own today?”

Well, yeah. Remember I told you

I had something for you?

SHE WINKS

Who knew

with such

a small

gesture

a girl

could look

like such

a letch?

Can a girl

even be

a letch?

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