Page 324 of Glass (Crank 2)

I wanted complete

independence.

But living here with

a borrowed family

demolished

that idea. I don’t

want to be without

companionship.

And the monster

doesn’t count.

All Alone

In a weekly

motel, in a

not-real-nice

part of Reno,

I look at my

possessions,

every damn

thing I own,

contained in

one medium

size suitcase

and one box.

At least the

place is clean,

no noteworthy

bugs or stains.

I sit in the red

vinyl chair, flip

on the twelve-

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