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Ovid seemed the smallest bit amused "I o people knew about global wareneral way, you know? In surveys, they would all answer, Yes, it exists, it’s a problem Conservatives or liberals, exactly the same Now there is a divide"

"Well, yeah People sort themselves out Like kids in a family, you know They have to stake out their different territories The teacher’s pet or the rascal"

"You think so, it’s a territory divide? We have sorted ourselves as the calm, educated science believers and the scrappy, hotheaded cli one side of the deck with the sensible cards Where did wild-haired girls knitting butterflies in the woods fit into that scheet handed around," she said "Teaht to bear arh love and taking care of our own The other side wears I don’t knohat, so and population control and lattes and asto tell you they deserve their A’s"

Ovid looked stupefied "What, you’re saying this is soentry?"

She returned his look "I definitely don’t think I said that"

"So like it One of your tea the frontier And the other seerows in the wake of the plow"

"Huh," she said

"But would you not agree, the frontiers of this world are already broken?"

"I guess Maybe Well, no It depends"

"Really?"

"Well, yeah If it’s true what you’re saying That this whole crapload is going to blow Then what, we start over?"

Ovid said nothing She knew she’d crossed a line of disrespect, putting it that way This was like church to hiht "Sorry," she said "I’ned to the other team Worries like that are not for people like us So says ht and floods are not worries for farmers?"

"You think any of this is based on information? Come on, who really chooses?"

"Infor to look as naked as she’d ever seen him Which was very "Everyone chooses," he said "A person can face up to a difficult truth, or run away from it"

She shook her head "My husband is not a coward I’ve seen hile the thile it’s running Trying to save a hay crop with rain couts He and my in-laws face down hard luck six days a week, and on Sundays they go pray for the truly beleaguered"