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I
was
in
the
kitchen
.
Above
me
an
industrial
ventilator
hummed
,
siphoning
steam
from
the
room
.
Nearby
,
an
olive
green
liquid
simmered
in
an
enormous
pot
like
the
cauldrons
angry
natives
were
supposed
to
use
for
boiling
explorers
up
to
their
pith
hats
,
except
much
larger
.
Next
week
’
s
menu
hung
on
the
wall
.
Above
the
handwritten
menu
was
the
head
of
a
man
torn
from
a
poster
.
After
staring
at
his
bleached
white
teeth
for
what
seemed
an
eternity
,
I
finally
recognized
it
.
It
was
the
head
of
the
body
builder
from
the
poster
in
our
barracks
.
I
wondered
how
he
had
made
it
all
the
way
from
the
men
’
s
barracks
to
his
new
wall
,
where
he
could
spend
his
days
smiling
knowingly
over
the
women
who
worked
in
the
kitchen
.
Rachel
was
peeling
potatoes
,
tossing
each
spiral
skin
into
an
oversized
basket
that
matched
the
scale
of
the
pot
.
These
were
the
same
potatoes
that
had
come
raining
down
on
my
head
my
fourth
time
through
the
loop
.
I
’
d
eaten
the
goddamned
mashed
potatoes
she
was
making
seventy
-
nine
times
now
.
There
weren
’
t
any
other
workers
in
the
kitchen
aside
from
Rachel
.
She
must
have
prepared
the
meals
for
all
these
men
on
her
own
.
Sitting
up
,
I
bit
down
on
the
air
a
few
times
to
test
my
jaw
.
That
punch
had
caught
me
at
just
the
right
angle
.
Things
didn
’
t
seem
to
be
lining
up
the
way
they
should
.
Rachel
caught
sight
of
me
.
"
Sorry
about
that
.
He
’
s
really
not
such
a
bad
guy
.
"
"
I
know
.
"
She
smiled
.
"
You
’
re
more
mature
than
you
look
.
"
"
Not
mature
enough
to
stay
out
of
trouble
,
apparently
,
"
I
replied
with
a
shrug
.
People
were
always
a
little
high
-
strung
the
day
before
a
battle
.
And
guys
were
always
looking
for
an
opportunity
to
look
good
in
front
of
a
knockout
like
Rachel
.
The
deck
was
definitely
stacked
against
me
,
though
I
’
m
sure
the
face
I
’
d
been
making
hadn
’
t
helped
the
situation
any
.
