The smells from within the coffee shop filled the noses of the two friends. “And Dave told me he isn’t going to vote this year! It's the most important election ever!” Nert was upset that most of the Citizens were not voting. I tried to give him another angle on the problem.
“Well not voting is just their way of voting. They are deciding not to decide.” This wasn’t enough for Nert however;
“Sure but if Ricky Urby Norman is elected who knows what is going to happen to the entire economic health. Wait, look there he is.” I turned my head and sure enough there was Mr. Norman himself. What was he doing here though? His most recent rally was 10,000 miles south of here. Suddenly my thoughts are interrupted by Net yet again,
“I don’t want to be here anymore.” He stands up from the table and we start the 2 mile walk back through the streets to my parked car. The discussion strays very little from politics and I find myself zoning out in thought as we walk. “Aa-adand-dd-dd, it just want be good.”
Once again my thoughts are interrupted and confused, “What did you say?” I’m climbing into my nice warm bed thinking about the great day I had, but all I can remember is the two hours from the coffee shop. I open my eyes to the beeping of my alarm and start my morning routine: brush my teeth, shower, and make breakfast, but what is this on the table. It looks like a child's scribble pad. “.. -- .--. --- ... ... .. -... .-.. .” I wonder what this could be, but I decide its unimportant and drive off to work. Everything is normal until I get a phone call from Nert at 2:05pm. “Want to go get some coffee tonight?”
“What did you say?” I’m climbing into my nice warm bed thinking about the great day I had, but all I can remember is the two hours from the coffee shop. I open my eyes to the beeping of my alarm and start my morning routine: brush my teeth, shower, and make breakfast, but what is this on the table. It looks like a child's scribble pad. “.. -- .--. --- ... ... .. -... .-.. .” I wonder what this could be, but I decide its unimportant and drive off to work. Everything is normal until I get a phone call from Nert at 2:19pm. “Want to go get some coffee tonight?”
“What did you say?” I’m climbing into my nice warm bed thinking about the great day I had, but all I can remember is the two hours from the coffee shop. I open my eyes to the beeping of my alarm and start my morning routine: brush my teeth, shower, and make breakfast, but what is this on the table. It looks like a child's scribble pad. “.. -- .--. --- ... ... .. -... .-.. .” I wonder what this could be, but I decide its unimportant and drive off to work. Everything is normal until I get a phone call from Nert at 2:03pm. “Want to go get some coffee tonight?”
“What did you say?” I’m climbing into my nice warm bed thinking about the great day I had, but all I can remember is the two hours from the coffee shop. I open my eyes to the beeping of my alarm and start my morning routine: brush my teeth, shower, and make breakfast, but what is this on the table. It looks like a child's scribble pad. “.. -- .--. --- ... ... .. -... .-.. .” I wonder what this could be, but I decide its unimportant and drive off to work. Everything is normal until I get a phone call from Nert at 2:01pm. “Want to go get some coffee tonight?”
“What did you say?” I’m climbing into my nice warm bed thinking about the great day I had, but all I can remember is the two hours from the coffee shop. I open my eyes to the beeping of my alarm and start my morning routine: brush my teeth, shower, and make breakfast, but what is this on the table. It looks like a child's scribble pad. “.. -- .--. --- ... ... .. -... .-.. .” I wonder what this could be, but I decide its unimportant and drive off to work. Everything is normal until I get a phone call from Nert at 2:16pm. “Want to go get some coffee tonight?”
“What did you say?” I’m climbing into my nice warm bed thinking about the great day I had, but all I can remember is the two hours from the coffee shop. I open my eyes to the beeping of my alarm and start my morning routine: brush my teeth, shower, and make breakfast, but what is this on the table. It looks like a child's scribble pad. “.. -- .--. --- ... ... .. -... .-.. .” I wonder what this could be, but I decide its unimportant and drive off to work. Everything is normal until I get a phone call from Nert at 2:05pm. “Want to go get some coffee tonight?”
Can you solve the mystery?
Impossible to escape!!
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