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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred - Page 46 of 307 tracked because the IP on that system is always going to be flipping. And don't worry about media access control address giving you away, it's spoofed and always changing." "Thanks Q." - - "You're welcome. I've tried to include all the docs in case you run into trouble. You'll find them." He either didn't get my Q joke or didn't like it. "Does it have a tranquilizer dart?" I tried again. "Oh, that reminds me," he turned to his printer, ignoring what I thought was my not-too-terrible joke, and grabbed a small stack of sheets. "More forms. Before you head out you need to take a class for your conceal carry permit." Think of the scratching sound as the needle on the record player is scraped over the grooves of the vinyl and falls onto the felt of the turntable itself. Think of the shriek of the howler monkey as it leaps through the trees. No, this is not a sound I made. It is a sound that I heard roaring up from my guts, through my neck and into my head. Before I "head out"? And conceal carry? What the hell? Nephi needed to appear unruffled. "Head out?" I tried to keep my voice from cracking. "Relax, that's not for a few days. I've got something really simple for you today." Lucky me. |