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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 240 of 307 forgotten about calling Steve. All I could think was that I' had to get the laptop. I couldn't go back without the laptop. I was dazed by her kisses and the urgency of her plea for me to get back as fast as I could. Lincoln wasn't exactly a freeway but it might as well have been. Cars. All the time. Both directions. Klaus had a nice view of the park from his front window but he was separated from it by a constant stream of traffic. Mt. Pleasant doesn't see traffic like this until the Miracle Pageant starts. That's the reenactment of the great battle that happened in North America between two opposing armies of at least a million people on each side. I suppose the miracle from the title of that pageant is that almost no one has ever asked if any of those swords have been found. The answer to that question is a resounding no. We have Babylonian swords, Hitite swords, Egyptian Swords, Greek swords and Roman swords. All cultures that predate this great battle by hundreds of years and yet we have not one sword from this battle in which over two million swords were flashing. Some members of my church say that God cleaned them up to strengthen our faith, the same way that he created and buried all those dinosaur bones. According to my church, the world is not old enough for dinosaur bones. Many believe that they are just a little joke played by God on the faithless scientists. Those silly archeaologists and scientists. What do they know anyway? |
