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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 177 of 307 under graduate education so I guess this is what she meant but it was too early in the morning to argue. "Let's start over." I said. "Hello?" "Nephi, where are you? Weren't you supposed to help with the young men's camping trip?" "No. I was asked if I wanted to help and I said ^no.'" "You said what?" "Mom, I did not say ^what' . I said ^no' . It was easy. Bang. One syllable." I still had ^trouble saying xno' about some things but when they asked me to help with camping, I had zero problem saying no. I would rather clean a septic system. No I wouldn't but you get the idea. I am not going camping for them or anyone and I was still-angry that Buddha and made me sleep under a tricking newspaper last night when we had a perfectly good hotel room. I slipped out of my shirt and slacks, dirty and torn as they were they would need to be thrown out, and lowered myself into the bath tub. Water noises. "Are you in the bathtub?" "Not entirely, but almost. Yes." "What's wrong with you? You don't talk to your mom on the phone while you are in the bathtub. That's... it's... indecent." "Oh, please." |