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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 97 of 307 Having just taken the Larry from the Living Dead's Conceal Carry Course, I knew a few things. "The state doesn't have to reply to my conceal carry permit application for sixty days. And they could turn it down." "I don't want you to carry. I just want you to have something in your trunk. Locked in a gun safe. Totally out of sight. If you find out you need something, you have something." "Aren't I just going to find out where this Sariah girl is? Do you have some kind of envelope for me to give her? I don't think she'd pull a gun on me for giving her an envelope." "Didn't you get your Eagle?" "Yeah." "And you've already forgotten the Scout Motto?" "Right." Be Prepared. "You do realize that I'm not camping, right?" "You shouldn't need to camp." "Seriously. Camping was shoved down my throat my whole life. I just won't do it." "Relax, Nephi. I can't see any reason why you would have to camp. " Back inside, Steve put the Sig Sauer into the gun safe and carefully refilled the clips. "Put this on your keyring." He handed me the key to the gun safe. And then, handing me the gun safe itself he barked, "Go put this in your trunk." |
