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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 194 of 307 sure as shit be one of those times it might be a nice fucking thing to have on hand." "No, I don't have that. Bye mom." "Leave the phone on, just put it in your pocket. I'll listen." I put the phone in my pocket. I walked over to the door and quietly placed my foot at the base of it where I had all the leverage and our attacker had none. r Nimble Nephi is five ten and weighs a mere one hundred and fifty pounds. Dale of the jungle was about six foot two and two hundred and forty pounds of Green Beret. Being ninth of nine does teach one about how to hold larger attackers at bay. My sisters, the two podophiliacs I mentioned earlier, used to play a little game they called Hunt The Nephite. Please remember that in the mythos that my church adheres to the Nephites are the good guys. "But I'm the good guys! But I'm the good guys!" No matter how much I pleaded with them I always found myself on the run, often hiding in any available room with a door. This is where I learned the trick of the foot at the base of the door. I heard Sarah whispering into the phone. The police had finally answered. "My ex husband is breaking in. He's threatened to kill me and steal my children." She paused. "Yes, that's where we live. |
