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I remember the night we first arrived. Half frozen to death in the blizzard. Teeth chattering. These cabins seemed like one of those resorts you'd see on the television.
Those were tough times, but the cabins were home. Some holes sprang in the roof, we'd get a bucket. If a beam fell down, we'd prop it back up. But the Paladin says they're just too falling apart to keep fixing.
It's going to be cramped in the new space, but it'll be nice to have four good walls and a roof.
But I'll miss my time in Bunkhouse Alpha.