[ shijima has given up on hanging out by the fountain ever because fuck getting sick like you losers, EVEN THOUGH SHE LIKED IT PREVIOUSLY...she's standing at the commissary or one of them or whatever and glances up. ]
Hm? I suppose I can pass word along. [ she shoves the packets of cigarettes she'd made the machine get her into her pockets. ]
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Hm? I suppose I can pass word along. [ she shoves the packets of cigarettes she'd made the machine get her into her pockets. ]