[She gets up. Gets a pad of paper. Writes it down on the first sheet. Hesitates, then under that writes "MW — Ko". Flips to the next sheet. Writes the same thing. A third sheet, the same again. Peels them all off, folds them up small, and stalks around her apartment, jamming the folded paper into crevices. Behind her bed, between the microwave and the wall, at the bottom of the cheese drawer. Stomps back to the laptop and sits down again.]
[She wasn't lying when she told that guy on the network she didn't think it would help. She still doesn't. But he was right, too, that it's better than doing nothing.]
don't tell me what i have to worry about. i'm a big girl. i can handle myself.
what happened before that sucked so bad nobody could come out of the game alive?
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[She gets up. Gets a pad of paper. Writes it down on the first sheet. Hesitates, then under that writes "MW — Ko". Flips to the next sheet. Writes the same thing. A third sheet, the same again. Peels them all off, folds them up small, and stalks around her apartment, jamming the folded paper into crevices. Behind her bed, between the microwave and the wall, at the bottom of the cheese drawer. Stomps back to the laptop and sits down again.]
[She wasn't lying when she told that guy on the network she didn't think it would help. She still doesn't. But he was right, too, that it's better than doing nothing.]
don't tell me what i have to worry about. i'm a big girl. i can handle myself.
what happened before that sucked so bad nobody could come out of the game alive?