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    “Can’t believe I’m back in this shitheap,” Giselle glared down at the marble-sized sphere below her feet, not bothering to hide the venom dripping from her words, “Hoped it’d blow up before I returned.” There was a sigh to her left, tired, annoyed, but it lacked a certain edge to it. She could feel the knots writhing in her stomach.    “You couldn’t take this in stride,” David, ever stoic in tone, his voice like distant a rumble. And it was about to get much, much more distant. She found herself twisting her ring, grinding her molars.    “Easy for you to say, it’s