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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 32 of 307 encouragement for them to race up faster and dive out farther onto the sofa, which was not as soft as it looked, having been dragged out from behind the D.I. only two years ago when I moved in here. Kayla carried the twelve month old Rayden in her arms and some, as yet to be named, earthling in her swelling womb. Yes, she was twenty-three years old and working on baby number four. She was right on track with the expectations of a community that believes that our purpose here is to replenish the earth even though it is already straining under the weight of seven billion people. I had long ago learned that trying to stop Bowen and Hayden from doing anything only caused them to join forces and attack you with anything that could be used as a sword. This includes keyboards and dictionaries. If I wanted them to stop doing something, I just had to allow them to injure themselves while I stood ready with a towel to sop the blood up out of my landlord's carpet. "Hey Kayla, " I tried to paste on a smile as hard as I could and ignore that a signed, first edition of Bukowski 's Mocking Bird Wish Me Luck had been kicked perilously close to the edge of the shelf where it teetered, headed for a drop into my gold fish Clumsy's plant-laden eco system, which, as you can imagine, is almost one hundred percent water. The Zen Buddhists have taught me that all attachment in life is illusion. My own religion |
