But after being in the jungle this long, hardly anything bothers me anymore. “It’s funny how we adapt, isn’t it? In the academy days I would complain if my water didn’t have a slice of lime in it. There were small things floating around in it, mostly mosquitoes and fleas, but I drank it anyway. She drank down two cups, then filled it up again and brought it over to me. She skimmed the top of the bucket, dumping the contents of her cup on the ground three times before scooping up a cup of water clear enough to drink. He took another cup and lifted out an eight-inch insect. “Actually, there’s like a million dead things in here, but there’s one really big dead thing.” “There’s something dead in here,” she said dryly. She unhooked the tin-handled cup hanging next to the bucket, then lifted the bucket’s lid.
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