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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 291 of 307 It was after midnight when I found a little app called "finper" hidden sixteen directories deep at the bottom of what seemed a useless mineshaft. The name reminded me of the ancient unix command "finger" which allowed you to find any user on the net at that time with only their login. I ran "finper" in the terminal and the screen replied with two characters: #? My stomach did flips and somersaults. Those characters were asking: "What number please?" And now I called out to Hermes, "I have crawled this cave and searched these nooks and crannies. Hermes, let this be what I am looking for!" I did not type in Sarah's number. If this was not the app I was looking for I would feel to too devastated, as if I had lost her again. It would hurt too much. I needed to search for someone I couldn't give a flying turd for. Steve. I banged in his cell number. This is what the application replied: 39.719 -111.74 |