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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 151 of 307 She had no trace of recognition on her face. "No." I said. "He's amazing. How does he know so much about Star Trek?" "We don't have a T.V. Hate the commercials. But we watch the original series on DVD. And the Lion King. Stuff like that. No commercials." Rhythm stopped singing and wrapped his arms around Sariah's waist and looked up at her, "That's right Mom, right? Is that right?" She looked down at him, her two and half year old attached at her hip, "Is what right, sweetie?" "The Vulcan neck pinch thing, that doesn't work on Klingons, right?" She looked at me, "Is this what you guys were talking about?" "Some of it, we had a very long and deep philosophical conversation about what we were going to be when we grow up." "Oh," she indulged me. "And what are you going to be when you grow up." It had to be the seals! There was no other way this could possibly be happening. Hail to thee Poseidon and later referred to as Neptune, god of the sea and the keeper of the mammals who swim in your depths, I am grateful to you and the bounty you place before me in this moment. |
