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@@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ Reed laughed and bumped his shoulder against Hanne's. "A sales pitch?"
 
 Reed scuffed his heel against the pavement of the street. New Year's Eve, and everyone was still inside. Bars: full. Restaurants: packed. There were a few scattered couples or groups around, but they were all walking with purpose. Champagne called. Canapes. Crudites.
 
-And here they were, Reed and Hanne, arm in arm, strolling leisurely down the street, heedless of the passersby, to celebrate the last day of 2368, systime 244+365.
+And here they were, Reed and Hanne, arm in arm, strolling leisurely down the street, heedless of the passersby, to celebrate the last day of 2368, systime 244+366.
 
 "If you're looking for the utmost in luxury, then it's really hard to go wrong with 2368. The ride was just about as smooth as could be."
 
diff --git a/writing/post-self/marsh/002.md b/writing/post-self/marsh/002.md
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--- a/writing/post-self/marsh/002.md
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@@ -258,7 +258,7 @@ Some small part of Reed looked on in admiration. Hanne had kept much of the pani
 
 Both Vos and Pierre shook their heads.
 
-The sight of Cress and Tule bowing their heads to whisper to each other caught Reed's eye, and a moment later their partner, a stocky woman with curly black hair, appeared between them, looking as though she'd come straight from a party, herself.
+The sight of Cress and Tule bowing their heads to whisper to each other caught Reed's eye, and a moment later their partner, a stocky woman with curly black hair, appeared between them, looking as though she'd come straight from a party, herself. Reed felt a muffled pang of affection for her, lingering emotions from his up-tree instance's memories.
 
 "Stop!" Hanne said, then laughed nervously at the silence that followed. She gestured absentmindedly with a hand, pressing the bounds of the sim outward to expand the room. It had started getting more crowded. "You're doing it again, Reed."