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Jennifer or Jen for short (never Jenny) drank from her Nalgene and stood listening to the water slip across the sand. The Nalgene bottle smelled like mold. Equally unpleasant was the cold damp air. Jen pulled her jacket tight and yanked at the zipper. She noted that the moon was full and close to the horizon, making it seem huge. She shivered and searched her jacket pockets for her gloves. They were in her right pocket. As she put them on, her pistol fell out of her other pocket. She dug a hole with her foot and pushed it in.



["A lie told often enough becomes the truth." --Lenin]