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"
If
you
didn
’
t
drink
it
,
how
do
you
know
it
wasn
’
t
?
"
"
You
can
drink
all
the
moldy
coffee
you
like
.
Don
’
t
expect
me
to
clean
up
after
you
when
you
get
sick
.
Come
on
.
"
Rita
moved
away
from
the
table
,
leaving
behind
the
freshly
brewed
,
all
-
natural
coffee
.
As
we
started
to
walk
from
the
room
,
a
small
woman
who
’
d
been
pressed
up
against
the
door
came
tumbling
in
,
feathered
headdress
and
all
.
Her
black
hair
was
braided
into
a
ponytail
that
flopped
behind
her
bizarre
choice
of
headgear
.
Everybody
’
s
favorite
Native
American
,
Shasta
Raylle
.
"
We
’
re
under
attack
!
We
’
re
under
attack
!
"
she
shouted
,
nearly
breathless
.
Her
face
was
streaked
with
lines
of
red
and
white
warpaint
.
I
began
to
wonder
if
the
whole
loop
thing
was
just
me
going
crazy
for
the
last
few
seconds
of
life
in
a
steaming
crater
somewhere
.
Rita
took
a
step
back
to
appreciate
one
of
the
brightest
minds
MIT
had
to
offer
.
"
Which
tribe
’
s
attacking
?
"
"
Not
a
tribe
!
The
Mimics
!
"
"
This
how
you
always
dress
for
battle
?
"
"
Is
it
that
bad
?
"
Shasta
asked
.
"
I
’
m
not
one
to
criticize
someone
’
s
customs
or
religion
,
but
I
’
d
say
you
’
re
about
two
hundred
years
late
to
the
powwow
.
"
"
No
,
you
don
’
t
understand
!
"
Shasta
said
.
"
They
forced
me
to
dress
up
like
this
at
the
party
last
night
!
This
sort
of
thing
always
happens
when
you
’
re
not
around
"
