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❝even scared myself by talking❞
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AS MUCH AS IRIS LOVED THE BONFIRE, SHE HATED THE DAY AFTER. She had told at least two dozen guys that they were not, in fact, dying and that they were just hungover, and she had to do that while being extremely hungover herself.
This day was particularly awful because she was now sober and remembering the most embarrassing moment of her life that happened the night before. She could not believe that she asked Jem to dance with her. They had had a weirdly nice moment, but she took it way too far. Now, she looked obsessed.
She really needed to talk it out, so she brought Winston over to her Hut and kicked Jeff and Clint out. She was sitting on the Med-jack table and tossing peanuts into her mouth and talking to Winston. "Where did you even get those?"
"Frypan gave them to me for bandaging his burn earlier," she answered. It was crazy what people did for you once you made their pain stop, even if it was your job to do so.
"So, you got rewarded for doing your job?" Winston scoffed, rolling his eyes. A lot of people had a soft spot for Iris. It was not an odd occurrence for people to give her things or do things for her. Well, except for Jem. "I don't get peanuts every time I kill a pig."
She tilted her head at him in confusion, wondering if he just heard the words that came out of his mouth. She got rewarded for saving things, not slaughtering them. "I want you to say that sentence again, very slowly, and tell me what you think is wrong with it.
