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>> The Covenant <<

(cups of the epiphany) He had driven this way this morning, but had not noticed the Dairy Queen set back in a hollow in the trees. It had little importance, then. The neatness of the apartments that studded this region was contrasted with the awful lack of pride apparent here. The clearing before the Dairy Queen was badly littered with paper cups. They were every which way on the ground. Yet, over there, no more than ten feet away, was a large receptacle with a bold label "THROW YOUR TRASH HERE." He nearly fell flat on his face getting out of the van. His mind was fried but he could pass judgement on what he saw, now almost at eye level. "Damn slobs," Marcus muttered getting once again upright, dragging himself toward the counter. "What kind of people live around here?" he wondered stepping over paper debris as he staggered toward this oasis before him. Better not be a frigging mirage. "Yes sir. May I help you?" "What's the coldest wettest thing you have?" "Mister Misty." "What's that?" "Its a slurry of super sub zero frozen flavored ice beads that you drink through a fat straw. Like a drink, but much colder. Cool ya down." "O.K. I'll take one. Lemon's fine," as the flavors were pointed out. Marcus paid , his hands barely able to unfold from the lawn mower grip shape into which they had petrified, and carefully side stepped the unsightly trash at his feet as he sucked that big suck he so desperately needed. That over sized straw yielded to his all