Page 69 of Crank (Crank 1)

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evening

weathergirl.

Everything

shut

down,

cerebral

ghost

town.

I

fell

into

sleep.

Deep,

dream-free

sleep.

Woke to Pounding

on the door,

insistent vibration,

building noise.

Bree? You there?

Late-day sun

filtered through

cracks in

the blinds.

It’s me. Open up.

Late-day? How

long had

I slept? Only

hours?

I need to talk to you.

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