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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 181 of 307 was shattered. Something was supposed to be shattered. It looked like a large virus to me with sad pictures all over it. The message seemed a little superficial. The old war is bad thing over and over again. I wanted to know why stupid people fell for lies over and over and over. But I'll be honest. I didn't come to the museum for answers. I came for the air conditioning and a smokeless environment. I know. I'm shallow. I had not been able to work up the courage to call Sarah. I worried about appearing over eager. I figured over eager was anything under forty eight hours and uninterested was anything over seventy two hours. I was in the call window. Kayla had predictably tried to stir up the greatest storm of excrement in history for me by calling all of my living relatives and telling them that I had "gone off with the gays." I fielded phone calls from my mom, dad, bishop and three siblings that I hadn't talked to since Christmas. For a family that was supposed to be together forever, we surely saw each other quite infrequently. Most of the family didn't appreciate my sense of humor and I had never like theirs. Kate and Jenna used to think it was funny when one of them would sit on my chest and drop spit onto me face while the other, Jenna, would bite off my toenails. She usually ended up taking a little bit of the meat with her. Toenails are like that. I understandably hated this and so I would flail like mad at them but I was five and Kate was eight and |