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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 157 of 307 I took a sip of my coffee, which I had ordered in anticipation of just such a moment. She hated my people. She was running from them. How badly one of them had hurt her. But wasn't he just a product of all of it? If we are saints, shouldn't we be held to a higher standard. Oh defenders, you will say we are held to a higher standard. Lies! I know you. I know what happens in nooks and crannies and the tuck ins and the untuckings. Nauvoo, my violated sister, she knew about you. And now she wanders the 80 and waits for me to pass before waving. First she tried to take the Oxycontin one at a time to dull her memories of your violation and then she just simply decided to down the whole bottle when you would not stop. There are no bad apples! The barrel is rotten! I am unmasked. You can stand and be well groomed and polite but under your porcelain smiles I know what evil rots 7 You do not want me to marry for my happiness or the happiness of my bride but you want me to marry for the stability of the collective! An urgent whisper from within: "Habla!" "Oh, really? You've heard of Ephraim." I said ignoring the look of mild disgust that had transited her face. "Yeah, I used to live in Murray." I put on my best Utah accent, "Up to Murray, huh? Well, that's the big city to us." |