"You're serious?" Shawna, my cousin, said. "He's in Africa? How did he get there?"
Brad shrugged and stirred his coffee. The barista had slopped it together in a hurry, and the leaf she had tried to create in the froth was misshapen. He hated Starbucks; more because he thought society currently was shifting towards that stance of abstract distrust of corporations that it takes from time when it gets bored than because he actually disliked their coffee. Brad liked Starbucks coffee.
Shawna hated it which is why Brad arranged to meet her there. He loved watching her community-college, populist contempt boil over into her attitude.
"Jesus, that idiot," she mumbled. "Is this because of that one time..?"
"Maybe," Brad said. He raised his eyebrows without looking up from his coffee. "All I know is, he's over there right now. And taking satellite phones off dead guys."
"Jesus."
Brad shrugged and stirred his coffee. The barista had slopped it together in a hurry, and the leaf she had tried to create in the froth was misshapen. He hated Starbucks; more because he thought society currently was shifting towards that stance of abstract distrust of corporations that it takes from time when it gets bored than because he actually disliked their coffee. Brad liked Starbucks coffee.
Shawna hated it which is why Brad arranged to meet her there. He loved watching her community-college, populist contempt boil over into her attitude.
"Jesus, that idiot," she mumbled. "Is this because of that one time..?"
"Maybe," Brad said. He raised his eyebrows without looking up from his coffee. "All I know is, he's over there right now. And taking satellite phones off dead guys."
"Jesus."
mssgheadng-
to:bradrome@[XXXXXX]
frm:tomtom@[XXXXXX]
Brad,
There's a swamp ahead of us. Not water, but morals. Ethics. We have to do what we need to do to accomplish what we need to accomplish. The means are easily forgotten if the ends are great enough.
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