Page 398 of Fallout (Crank 3)


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Clouds like I’ve never seen before.

In Texas, stormers are huge, black

beasts. These are big, all right.

But they’re white, with giant silver

underbellies. Bellies, I hear,

that will open and bleed snow.

The threat of an approaching blizzard

is frightening. Exhilarating.

FRIGHTENING AND EXHILARATING

The words sum up a lot of what

I’m thinking about right now. A

blizzard

seems the least of my worries.

Let’s see. Closer and closer

to Reno, the thought of home-

coming

looms like a monster, spreading

its arms in some kind of welcome.

The idea of meeting long-lost

family seemed a whole lot

better

in Texas. Especially waltzing

in on Christmas Eve. I can hear

it now. “Would y’all just

look

what Santa brought this year!”

Except they don’t say “y’all”

in Nevada, do they? OMG.

I so don’t belong here. But,

for

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