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Here are the cover ideas for *Mitzvot*.
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%title Cover Ideas
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Here are the cover ideas for *Mitzvot*. I picked three per, but since that's usually the number of thumbnails you do, if one or more don't speak to you, lemme know, and I'll pull some more ideas.
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## Front
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### <a name="1" href="#r1">#1</a>
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> True Name does a screm
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Eventually, True Name's shoulders sagged and she stumbled down from the trees, Ioan and May both watching her, wide-eyed. She kept walking past the trail, down onto muddy beech, then out into the water. The short waves lapped up against her legs, soaking her slacks, and still she kept walking until it had made its way nearly up to her waist.
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And then she screamed.
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### <a name="2" href="#r2">#2</a>
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> May merges down
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Ey sighed and nodded, squeezing her paw before tugging eir hand free. "Right, right. I'll relax and leave you to the rest of it."
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"Please stay, Ioan," True Name said quietly.
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### <a name="3" href="#r3">#3</a>
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> Zacharias is a shit
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"But yes," the skunk continued once she'd cleaned her plate. "There was some aspect of vengeance to my and End Waking's plan, but now I just want her away from Jonas. I do not know yet whether or not I like her or want her to stay in our lives in any way, shape, or form, but I do know that I want her away from him. I want her to live and to--"
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Both Ioan and May jolted in their seats as a flash of adrenaline ran through them. A view of a forest, a lake shore, pile of wood not yet lit, and, sitting on a log across from that another furry. His facial structure was very similar to Dear's but where the fennec had wound up with that pristine white fur, he had ruddy orange except for the white on the underside of his chin and a dark apostrophe of fur on either side of his snout. Where Dear had wound up with almost absurdly large ears, his felt far more in proportion, along the lines of May's and True Names, though far pointier.
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### <a name="4" href="#r4">#4</a>
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> Ioan, pure bean, meets Jonas, slimy piece of shit. <a href="#first-time-meeting-jonas">#1</a> <a href="#second-time-meeting-jonas">#2</a>
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#### First time meeting Jonas
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It wasn't until ey made eir way out onto the balcony to check the back yard that ey found anyone.
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### <a name="5" href="#r5">#5</a>
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Some instances of True Name/Sasha getting cuddly and it being both cute and awkward
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> Some instances of True Name/Sasha getting cuddly and it being both cute and awkward <a href="#true-name-gets-cuddly-1">#1</a> <a href="#true-name-gets-cuddly-2">#2</a> <a href="#sasha-gets-cuddly-3">#3</a>
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#### True Name gets cuddly #1
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### <a name="6" href="#r6">#6</a>
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> May gives a monologue.
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"To be built to love is to be built to dissolve. It is to be built to unbecome. It is to have the sole purpose in life of falling apart all in the name of someone else.
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"We all have a bit of that in us, do we not? You find yourself at a bar or maybe in some class somewhere, you look over, and there they are, right? You look over and you maybe catch their eye and you come undone at the seams. You fall into those big, beautiful eyes --- for when you are built to love, every eye that catches yours is the most beautiful thing of all time --- and you begin to flake away at the edges.
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