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I
looked
up
slowly
from
the
tile
floor
.
"
Feels
like
it
’
s
been
years
.
"
"
Years
?
"
"
Since
I
had
a
good
night
’
s
sleep
.
I
’
d
forgotten
how
good
it
is
.
"
"
That
’
s
crazy
time
-
loop
talk
.
"
"
You
should
know
.
"
Rita
gave
a
wave
of
her
hand
in
sympathy
.
Our
savior
,
the
Full
Metal
Bitch
,
looked
more
relaxed
this
morning
than
I
had
ever
seen
her
.
Her
eyes
were
softer
in
the
cool
morning
light
,
and
the
sunlight
made
her
rust
-
colored
hair
glow
orange
.
She
gave
me
the
sort
of
look
she
might
give
to
a
puppy
who
’
d
followed
her
home
.
She
was
placid
as
a
Zen
monk
.
She
was
beautiful
.
The
room
suddenly
grew
too
bright
,
and
I
narrowed
my
eyes
against
the
glare
.
"
What
’
s
that
smell
?
"
An
unusual
odor
mingled
with
the
clean
air
coming
from
the
filter
.
It
wasn
’
t
necessarily
a
bad
smell
,
but
I
wouldn
’
t
have
gone
so
far
as
to
call
it
pleasant
.
Too
pungent
for
food
,
too
savory
for
perfume
.
Quite
frankly
,
I
didn
’
t
know
what
the
hell
it
was
.
"
All
I
did
was
open
the
bag
.
You
’
ve
got
a
sharp
nose
.
"
