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Free stuff outside level 7 cabin 2. I don't want it.
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[She's still feeling the lingering aches from being ill, but she doesn't pay any attention to it. She has a few good meals in her and too much energy to just sit there. She wants to know what happened. Did any of them make it? Are they all dead? How did Colonel Finley feel about it?
And the sight of her own bedroom appalls her.
So she drags out big plastic bins from her closet and starts tossing stuff inside.
Snow globes and fancy headbands. Old clothes. Who needs that many tops? A lamp that doesn't work. A collection of smooth stones; a glass bottle fused shut.
Beaded bracelets. (Except for one that reads BEST, because she knows who had the other one, who had the half that read FRIENDS and for a few minutes she stares at it, unable to move.) Cheap stuffed animals. A whole series of trophies from hockey. A plastic unicorn filled with layers of colored sand. Old ugly sweaters and figurines and half-used collections of colored pencils. Hand-dipped candles, irregular and bulging and leaning noticeably to the side.
She keeps all her books.
She throws away baskets of souvenir paperweights and keychains and cheap jewelry.
And she drags it all out into the hallway, leaving it there in piles.]
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[She's still feeling the lingering aches from being ill, but she doesn't pay any attention to it. She has a few good meals in her and too much energy to just sit there. She wants to know what happened. Did any of them make it? Are they all dead? How did Colonel Finley feel about it?
And the sight of her own bedroom appalls her.
So she drags out big plastic bins from her closet and starts tossing stuff inside.
Snow globes and fancy headbands. Old clothes. Who needs that many tops? A lamp that doesn't work. A collection of smooth stones; a glass bottle fused shut.
Beaded bracelets. (Except for one that reads BEST, because she knows who had the other one, who had the half that read FRIENDS and for a few minutes she stares at it, unable to move.) Cheap stuffed animals. A whole series of trophies from hockey. A plastic unicorn filled with layers of colored sand. Old ugly sweaters and figurines and half-used collections of colored pencils. Hand-dipped candles, irregular and bulging and leaning noticeably to the side.
She keeps all her books.
She throws away baskets of souvenir paperweights and keychains and cheap jewelry.
And she drags it all out into the hallway, leaving it there in piles.]
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Ellie?
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Yeah? Oh, yeah, hi.
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[Bea doesn't invite herself in, just leans against the half-open doorway and watches for now. This drive of Ellie's to purge herself of her past makes sense, but she remains convinced there'll be a point where she wants the familiarity back.]
It's tough to settle in, isn't it?
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[She doesn't want to settle in.]