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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 69 of 307 I didn't look into the envelope until I got back home. It was almost a thousand dollars. I'd never seen that much money in cash. So now I was evil. And I worked for the devil. Or maybe not. I had no evidence one way or the other. Steve could be completely above board. And yet Nonpoisonous Nephi does not hurt people. At least not intentionally. And I couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen to poor Ralph/David and his amante. I could justify what I had done based on his "position" in the church, because I had seen so many people almost literally campaigning for their promotions to callings that carried greater authority. But at the end of the day he was just a person in hiding. Not unlike Nephi. I decided to make myself unavailable. I stuffed my phones in a drawer, hopped on my mountain bike and headed for the mountains. There are times when a breeze rolls through the valley that Mount Pleasant can live up to its name. It can indeed be pleasant and it is in fact at the base of a mountain that rises close to ten thousand feet. That sounds pretty but we're starting at six thousand feet here already. The air is thin where we sleep. Maybe this accounts for much of our backwardness. I hit Powerplant Park and tore off down one of the trails. Powerplant Park probably has a real name, but no one knows it. |