![]() ![]() It isn’t too far, maybe a little over a mile, but it’s dumping snow, and I didn’t bring my coat. I’ll be a lot less likely to go to jail in the morning. In fact, it probably wouldn’t take a drug recognition expert to expertly recognize how fucked up I am right now. But any cop trained as a DRE would definitely know what’s up. I don’t mind getting a ticket, if that’s the most that will happen. She lives with her family in Carson City, Nevada. Now she is the New York Times bestselling author of Crank, Burned, Impulse, Glass, Identical, Tricks, Fallout, and Perfect. siting his girlfriend out here or something. Ellen Hopkins edited and wrote short stores for small, alternative publisher before beginning her own novels. Still, just my luck, tonight will be the night one is vi. ![]() I’ll have to walk, and I’d better get going before a cop happens along, not that many cops use this road. It landed facedown in a drainage ditch, one rear wheel tilted off the ground. To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:ĭon’t think I’m hurt, at least not badly.īeyond a likely steering-wheel- shaped bruise, and having the wind totally stolen from me, I’m all in one piece, and everything seems to work. ![]()
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