[When he put it like that, the whole idea of being uprooted and stuck here by some unknown force for unknown reasons, which was something that usually left a deep knot of resentment in Heather's chest, seemed a little less bitter to swallow. She had made friends here. Good friends, too. Not the kind she'd once had, with whom plenty of meaningless 'Love ya, babe's and more than a few drinks and cigarettes had been exchanged. Real friends.]
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Yeah... Y'know, I could get used to this.