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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred - Page 145 of 307 Those thoughts did not come from the Buddha. Those came from my own selfish common sense, kicking my better angel's butt all the way out the door. If I quit, I felt like I would drive home without a job but at least feeling like I had made one noble decision. Noble Nephi. That's all I longed to be. But somehow I always fell just a little bit short of that perfection. Nothing new. Perfection is what was always drilled into me and I'd never come close anyway. "I've got to think about this, Steve." "That's fine. You think about it. Call me back tonight." CHAPTER 23 So it was ten in the morning and I had a moment of freedom to think about what to do. To spy or not spy this is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sneakily snap snapshots and video of an unsuspecting beauty .or take arms to the wheel of my car and flee a sea of troubles. And by applying pressure to my accelerator go fast? To drive: to run. To return to Sanpete so that could live up to the expectations of all my loved ones and die. To sleep: perchance to dream. Darn it. For in that sleep what dreams may come when I have finally surrendered to my Borg relatives completely and am joined with the collective through holy matrimony. |