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There was something nice about a hard day's work. It left the body tired, shaken and sore, true but the spirit was light in its wake and there was a sense of accomplishment that was missing otherwise. She was tired, her hands blistered and chapped, her limbs a little shaky. She'd had a long, hot bath after her shower, to soak the muscles once she was clean. Then she'd gotten dressed in a simple blue tee baby tee with Eeyore on it and a pair of matching capris.
A soft knock upon the wall could be heard, not Piotr's door, the wall they shared. She had her blanket, and she had Lockheed, a few movies and of all things a plate of fudge brownies and two glasses of milk she had baked while she bathed. It was from a box, so it wasn't homemade, but she could do that at least. They were even still warm and a bit gooey.