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Summary of Keri Blakinger's Corrections in Ink
Everest Media
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Éditeur:
Everest Media LLC
Everest Media LLC
Protection:
Filigrane
Filigrane
Année de parution:
2022
2022
ISBN-13:
9798822546950
Description:
Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I am out of clean clothes, I cannot find my glasses, my English paper is late, and my pockets are not big enough for all the heroin I have. But I want a cigarette more than anything. I am only ten minutes from where I’m going, and it’s cold outside.
#2 I like to be prepared for when I might need more heroin. I leave behind the small digital scale, assorted pills, and my backpack of schoolwork. But then the drugs kick in, and I accidentally nod out for an hour or so in the bathroom.
#3 I was arrested for drug possession, and while I was handcuffed and in the back seat of the police car, the pills I had swallowed began to kick in. I was seventeen and alone, sitting on a cement step somewhere around Brattle Street in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
#4 I am tightly wound, a taut rubber band of perfectionism and self-destruction. I am about to make things worse. I have been too out of it to pay attention to my surroundings, and I’ve lost my glasses, anyway, further blurring the corners of this unfamiliar world.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I am out of clean clothes, I cannot find my glasses, my English paper is late, and my pockets are not big enough for all the heroin I have. But I want a cigarette more than anything. I am only ten minutes from where I’m going, and it’s cold outside.
#2 I like to be prepared for when I might need more heroin. I leave behind the small digital scale, assorted pills, and my backpack of schoolwork. But then the drugs kick in, and I accidentally nod out for an hour or so in the bathroom.
#3 I was arrested for drug possession, and while I was handcuffed and in the back seat of the police car, the pills I had swallowed began to kick in. I was seventeen and alone, sitting on a cement step somewhere around Brattle Street in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
#4 I am tightly wound, a taut rubber band of perfectionism and self-destruction. I am about to make things worse. I have been too out of it to pay attention to my surroundings, and I’ve lost my glasses, anyway, further blurring the corners of this unfamiliar world.
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