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[Friday night in camp's "laundromat"! ... is on par with just about any other time in camp's laundromat. The machines grind and groan loudly, occasionally snapping at a stray hand as it reaches over to put in or take out clothes. Tonight, they're even more frisky than ever, growling at anyone or anything that passes and spitting back coins at

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[peering in through the door...

--then makes a small sound as he scrambles back to avoid getting hit by a coin.]

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[glances over at that! ... and plops a detergent bottle in front of that machine's coin slot, so the coins bounce uselessly off of it.]

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[peering warily back in]

. . . Thank you very much.

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[shrugs his shoulders, going back to trying to calm another machine down.]

Sure.

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... Are they malfunctioning, sir...?

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No, no, they tend to be rather irritable in general. They're just testier than usual this evening.

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It seems strange to keep them...

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They're all we have. It's either these machines, or none at all.

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[considers this!]

... Mother washes clothes by hand.

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I'm nearing a point where that may be much easier to do than this whole ordeal. Emphasis on may, since the water supply here can be rather unpredictable.

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There isn't anyone to call for repairs...?

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In this place? No.

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[oh...]

... Sorry.

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[raises an eyebrow.]

What are you apologizing for, exactly?

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For not knowing.

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Whatever. It's not a big deal. There are some people who have been here for ages who don't actually know about this place, anyway. You've educated yourself.