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"
I
think
I
’
ve
earned
the
right
to
sit
back
and
watch
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
ve
had
to
handle
enough
shit
as
it
is
.
It
’
s
your
turn
.
The
sooner
you
accept
that
,
the
better
.
"
I
sighed
.
"
I
know
.
"
"
Hey
,
don
’
t
blame
me
.
"
"
Well
then
,
it
’
s
still
a
little
early
,
but
my
next
stop
is
the
cafeteria
.
I
hope
you
’
re
in
the
mood
for
Japanese
food
.
"
The
cafeteria
was
noisy
.
In
one
corner
,
a
group
of
soldiers
was
seeing
who
could
do
the
most
push
-
ups
in
three
minutes
.
Another
group
we
walked
past
was
playing
gastronomic
chicken
with
a
mystery
liquid
that
looked
like
a
combination
of
ketchup
,
mustard
,
and
orange
juice
.
At
the
far
end
of
the
room
some
guy
was
singing
a
folk
song
-
or
maybe
it
was
an
old
anime
theme
song
-
that
had
been
popular
at
least
seventy
years
ago
,
complete
with
banjo
accompaniment
.
One
of
the
feed
religions
had
originally
used
it
as
an
anti
-
war
song
,
but
that
wasn
’
t
the
sort
of
detail
that
bothered
guys
who
signed
up
with
the
UDF
.
The
tune
was
easy
to
remember
,
and
that
’
s
all
it
took
to
be
a
hit
with
a
crowd
of
Jacket
jockeys
.
Let
’
s
all
join
the
ar
-
my
!
Let
’
s
all
join
the
ar
-
my
!
Let
’
s
all
join
the
ar
-
my
!
And
kill
ourselves
some
things
!
I
’
d
watched
all
this
159
times
.
But
since
I
’
d
been
caught
in
the
loop
,
I
hardly
noticed
a
thing
about
the
world
outside
my
own
head
that
didn
’
t
directly
pertain
to
my
way
out
of
here
.
I
sat
quietly
in
a
small
,
gray
cafeteria
,
devoid
of
sound
,
methodically
shoveling
tasteless
food
into
my
mouth
.
