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FIRSTLIFE 35<br />
She just got here. How does she know what I’m called?<br />
“Everyone calls me Nutter because of the size of my lady<br />
balls. That, and I tend to smear my opponents across the<br />
floor like peanut butter.”<br />
She thinks for a moment, frowns. “If your lady balls are<br />
so big, why don’t they call you Hairy Cherries? Or Furry<br />
Meatballs?” She taps her chin. “Well, duh. Because neither<br />
name describes your explosive temper. Oh! I know. I’ll call<br />
you Sperm Bank! It covers the balls and the explosions.”<br />
I snort-laugh. She’s brave, so gold star for that. In a place<br />
like this, lack of fear is rare and precious. Of course, if she<br />
threatens me in the slightest way, I won’t hesitate to end her.<br />
Survival first, nothing else second.<br />
“If anyone calls me Sperm Bank, my temper is going to<br />
explode all over you,” I say. “Meanwhile, I’ll be sure to call<br />
you Hatchet. The tool used to cut your hair, I’m guessing.”<br />
She fluffs the ragged ends of her style. “I used a kitchen<br />
knife, thank you very much. I’m confident the trim properly<br />
highlights my beauty.”<br />
Have to admire her positivity.<br />
My internal clock suddenly goes off, the conversation forgotten.<br />
“Breakfast!”<br />
She sighs. “Mealtime. Yay.”<br />
“Our cell will open in three…two…one.”<br />
The double doors slide apart.<br />
“We have thirty seconds to exit the room,” I explain. “If<br />
the door closes while we’re still inside, we’ll miss the meal.”<br />
The food sucks, nothing but slop, but that slop has enough<br />
vitamins to keep us somewhat healthy. And really, anything<br />
is better than starving.<br />
“So we’re like dogs in a crate, taken out only at scheduled