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It's getting to be a habit.
Eden's got a bench outside the hut now, knocked together by that nice, Dutchman who took threats on the chin, and it's a pleasant place to sit with a cigarette and a friend and a jar of caged moonshine, getting steadily drunker.
Eden takes a long drag on her cigarette and blows a plume of smoke up towards the blue, blue sky.
"Sometimes," she says, speculatively, "I actually forget how much I hate this place."
Eden's got a bench outside the hut now, knocked together by that nice, Dutchman who took threats on the chin, and it's a pleasant place to sit with a cigarette and a friend and a jar of caged moonshine, getting steadily drunker.
Eden takes a long drag on her cigarette and blows a plume of smoke up towards the blue, blue sky.
"Sometimes," she says, speculatively, "I actually forget how much I hate this place."