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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred • Page 117 of 307 "Those are handcuffs on his belt, Nephi. You don't want to try to walk through that door." "See? This is an incredibly dangerous and stupid idea." I whispered with force, pulling the lever on my machine, still trying to fit in even though I wanted to be jumping up and down, screaming at the top of my lungs. "You're pretty fiesty for a Sanpeter. Don't tear that handle off. You sure your mom didn't take a little vacation by herself to L.A. about nine months before you were born?" And now he was challenging my status as a true Allred. "I'm an Allred, Steve." Yes, it was arrogant and prideful but sometimes the only thing that we Allreds have left is that we're Allreds, take that away from us and we're just chumps like the rest of humanity. "You Allreds..." Steve began. "Careful, Steve. Seriously, you don't want to joke about my name. I won't listen to it." "Oh, now you're tough, what will you do?" "I will crack this phone and shove the shards up your ass." I heard Steve spitting and coughing in what seemed an uproarious fit of laughter, "Oh my God I have not laughed this hard since I watched Every Which Way But Loose on a bottle of Nyquil. Damn you are one surprise after another. Okay, Nephi. I |