Page 226 of Fallout (Crank 3)


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One of them very much like mine.

ZAPPED

As if by a stun gun,

by the most unexpected

encounter, the entire

top of my head tingles.

I stand

trembling, unable to

totally comprehend

what seeing those eyes

might mean to me.

Awed.

Frozen in place. Heart

quickstepping. Breath,

a shallow draw.

I am pulverized

by

the weight of one fragile

moment. Denial descends,

a threadbare shroud. Maybe

I have it all wrong. But

simple

reasoning convinces me

otherwise. I don’t know why

I’ve never seen my father

before, but I reel in the

recognition

that I’ve seen him now.

I just want to know,

who is he?

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