Page 444 of Fallout (Crank 3)


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too tired of it all to try and make

up a lie. “No. She was right.”

Despite the Lexus’s luxury, I have

become extremely uncomfortable.

Oh, well. Fabrication is useless.

I launch the story, omitting only the parts

about making love beneath the stars

and Kyle’s farewell to the monster.

Grandpa Scott absorbs it all

in silence. When I finish, he thinks

about things, then spends some

time crafting his comments.

Running away is never a good

decision, Summer. There has

to be a better answer, though

to tell you the truth, I’m not sure

what it is. Let’s get through today

as best we can, then make

some decisions tomorrow.

This should be interesting.

I point as we pass the place where

Kyle and I plunged off the highway

yesterday. Last night’s heavy

snowfall has covered most

of the evidence of the accident.

“You can’t even tell it happened,”

I muse. What I don’t say is how

scary that is. If circumstances

were just a little different,

we could still be down there, buried

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