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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 201 of 307 I was hardly as attracted to men as they all seemed inclined to believe but I had no one but myself to blame for their misconceptions. I had said as much to megaphone Kayla. Of course I had also told her I was in San Francisco and that Arnold Schwatzenegar would soon be wearing dresses but she seemed to have forgotten all of that. I didn't actually feel that bad. I heard sniffles. It was a beautiful blessing. "And we ask these things in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen." I opened my eyes. Gasps. Both the bishop and my father stepped back from me. "Thanks Bishop Larson. Dad. Seems to have done the trick." Kayla and my mom embraced. Tears. It was a miracle. Amen. Bowen and Hayden, Kayla and Jayden's two makers of mayhem, raced out of the room yelling, "I know this church is true! It's a miracle. He's awake." I can't say for sure which one of them said what but there was chaos in their shouting. I glanced down at my left arm and saw that I was the proud recipient of about a pound of orthopedic hardware. My forearm must have suffered a nasty break. It was like gleeming braces for your bones. I was unerved by how the screws pierced my skin. I hoped they were doing something useful down there at the bone. |