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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 55 of 307 had a few regrets but I wouldn't have changed a thing about those two semesters. I would not be Nifty Nephi without the ingredients that all of my experiences added to the soup of Me. "No dude, driving." I started laughing. California had wisely outlawed driving and talking on your phone, except in hands-free. It drove Klaus crazy that I could still do it. "Rub it in, dude. Rub it in." "No seriously, .I'm a private dick, dude. Paid." My California slang poured out during my conversations with Klaus because it just wasn't appropriate anywhere around here. I wondered if under my mask I was a Californian. That was probably the most true thought I'd had all day. "I'm not even going to go there. Do you mean detective? What the hell?" "Seriously," and I launched into the whole story with him. After I'd caught him up he said, "You trust this Steve guy? I mean, it's a lot of money. Smells fishy." "Yeah, I don't know. Maybe this is a mistake. I mean not this trip up to Starbucks. This seems easy but my real question is why does he trust me so much?" "Yeah, dude. He does not know what you are like around a keg." "What happens at Sigma Kappa stays at Sigma Kappa, dude." "Seriously, what do you know about this guy?" |
