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"Going in" was fake phenom among my friends that we joked about inventing. It was so funny to us. We were so funny. It's amazing how fertile with ideas a tight group can seem at a particular time. I saw my friends a lot then, when we lived in the same city and weren't too tired to hang out at each other's houses all the time. We were all at a place in our lives where we thrived on each other's company. Any small event was an excuse for a party, justification for a long, late-night subway ride home. Excess could not hurt us. We never tired.
I wrote Eve as a little bit stupid and inattentive in this one, sex-obsessed as she is, and I liked it as a new path. She becomes a more pleasure-seeking creature in the 2nd half of the series.