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"what's your name?"

"daniel."

"daniel. dan? we all have very limited oxygen anyway." she joked. she doesn't joke. there was a scintilla of hope glistening in her eyes. i'd never seen it there before.

"and yours?"

"beth."

"short for? i'm a strong believer in wasting oxygen."

"elizabeth."

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