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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 84 of 307 Our conceal carry teacher was Larry from the Living Dead. He was the least interesting instructor I have ever been faced with. He wore glasses, had thinning black hair and was the single most uncomfortable looking man I had ever met. His pants were two inches too high, unless they were,capris, but the tweed pattern and their width around the calf made that seem unlikely. And then I don't think men where capris in Utah. Or anywhere. His light blue check pattern shirt showed half circles of sweat from under his arms. He read the monotonous handouts with us on gun laws and safety. He showed us the standard issue DVD for a class like this and then we filled out forms.* I thought my eyes would drop like gumballs out of my head by the time the whole thing was over. CHAPTER 14 "It's this girl, Nephi. I can't find her and now you gotta actually go and look for her." It was nine o' clock the next morning and Steve was wasting not a moment. He'd never sounded so dire. There was a kind of forlornness in his voice that actually made me think of him for the first time as a human with a heart. "Don't you usually go on this kind of trip yourself?" "Listen, I'm not in great shape. I'm also not too inconspicuous." He coughed loudly and excused himself to the restroom and returned after sharing with me the sound of him |
