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sunscreen. I don't mind the exercise, but we're all too young to get skin cancer.” Several days afterwards, we came home to the Common Room to find three extra-large bottles of SPF 50 sport sunscreen and three tubes of cherry lip balm on the coffee table. No note or anything. It was odd, but definitely a happy surprise.
    On another occasion, one month into our training, we were hanging out in the Common Room discussing the grueling workouts and how Sam was having problems with the running. Gideon and I had mentioned that we both enjoyed listening to music and that if we only had music in the background while we did our drills, it just might make the workouts more tolerable for Sam. One week later, a brand new portable stereo appeared on the coffee table, once again with no note attached. The three of us had looked at each other in surprise, and then simultaneously turned to look up at the camera mounted above the door on the Common Room wall.
    That was when we realized that A) yes, we were being monitored, and B) how closely we were being monitored. It was also when the wheels in our heads started turning and we decided to test our limitations. Hey! We’re only human! We figured it couldn't hurt to see how much “milk” we could extract from the “cow”, and I had always been a firm believer in the phrase, “Ask and you shall receive”. We worked pretty damn hard for Sergeant Ramsey, so I guess we felt entitled in asking for a few items of comfort.
    That's how we ended up with our jump ropes and my weighted hula hoops for the gym, the ping pong table for the Common Room, and my little bottle of dark burgundy nail polish. Because I now knew that someone was listening very intently to our conversations, once a month I would stare directly at the camera with no pretense whatsoever, and declare, “I need some dark chocolate now or I'm gonna die!”, and the very next day, there would be some dark chocolate on the coffee table. The weird thing about it though, was that it wasn’t just any old type of chocolate either; they always brought me my two favorite kinds that I always used to eat in the past. One of them was a bar that had freeze-dried raspberries in it and it was kind of hard to find. The other one was a small box of dark chocolate caramel truffles. The reason why I was especially spooked by it was because I never told anyone in the barracks about the type of chocolate I liked. This stuff wasn’t cheap either, and it definitely wasn’t the type of candy you could buy at regular grocery stores. In the past, I always splurged on the pricier stuff because I firmly believed that chocolate made the world go round.
    Sam and Gideon were both a little more subtle than I was when asking for favors, however they had a knack for always asking for things in a way that made me howl with laughter. Just last week, Sam and I were lounging on the couch while discussing celebrity fashion faux pas, and Sam had sighed wistfully, “Oh…if only I had the latest issue of Gossip Monster magazine, I'd know what fashion styles are currently trending.” His eyes had roamed aimlessly around the Common Room as he appeared lost in thought, looking everywhere except directly at the camera on the wall. A couple of days later to Sam's delight, there was the most recent issue of Gossip Monster on the coffee table.
    The time prior to that, he had complained to me in a dramatic fashion, “I hate being a teenager! Why can't I have beautiful flawless skin like you, Teagan? My horrid teenage hormones are running all amok and ruining my complexion! Just stick a fork in me and call me FrankenZit because that's totally what I am,” Sam pouted. Sure enough, the very next day a bottle of acne face wash and a tube of pimple cream awaited Sam on the coffee table, much to our amusement and Sam’s satisfaction. Gideon's requests were also on a smaller scale. A deck of cards for playing poker, a few comic books and some strawberry flavored licorice. I