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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 270 of 307 to expose himself to Sarah. Steve was no dummy. What he probably didn't know was that unloveable Nephi had lost her. Unloveable Nephi. Noodleheaded Nephi. Nogood Nephi. All me. All true. I felt like an all night cable network that shouldn't exist. Something that didn't even have programming. Just ads for the 900 numbers. Something really detestable. I felt like the Twin Towers. I felt like what George W. Bush would feel like if everyone knew who he really was and what he was really capable of. I felt lower than dirt. No tenemos tiempo para esto. Buddha, reminding me that I really didn't have time to wallow in my own self pity. Good old Buddha. This is how he always managed to win me back. He was a good voice to let linger inside. He was often encouraging when I wanted to curl up and die or simply walk around in circles chewing on the collar of whatever shirt I happened to be wearing. Tenomos trabajo. He told me we have work to do. Yeah. There was more to do but it wasn't exactly work. I needed to find Sarah. I needed to let her know, in person, that Dale was dead and he couldn't hurt her anymore. But she was gone. I had no idea where she had gone and no way of getting in touch with her because she was not going to answer a call from me anyway. I needed to find her in person. |