You were both in a trench, and Polakma sat with her legs crossed on top of a crate, next to a warm fire, her rifle leaning on the wall right next to her. You were sitting there beside her, and so were the other comrades of your squad. Neither of you were very close to them, as they had just replaced squad members who were recently lost in Stanislau. It's night, and there's not many great places to sleep. Polakma looks at you, and then asks. "You hungry?"
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