From 82838fbaaa1f8c2d9a0d63aab9439f207cb406da Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2022 18:05:05 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/mitzvot/005.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/mitzvot/005.md b/writing/post-self/mitzvot/005.md index 0ac8a7a4..54dbbb58 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/mitzvot/005.md +++ b/writing/post-self/mitzvot/005.md @@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ The weasel's frown deepened. No sounds of screaming below, at least. "Fuck it," he muttered, and stepped off the edge of the rock, arms folded over his chest, and plunged, feet first, into the water. -The cold was enough to drive his breath from him. Even though there wasn't any snow this low down on the hillside, it was still cold out and even colder up-slope from whence the snow-melt came. He realized, too late, that another possibility that there wasn't any screaming from his boyfriend below was due to the frigid water. +The cold was enough to drive his breath from him. Even though there wasn't any snow this low down on the hillside, it was still cold out and even colder up-slope from whence the snow-melt came. He realized, too late, that another possibility for there not being any screaming from his boyfriend below was due to the frigid water. All the same, there was nothing beneath his feet for at least another meter as he sank below the surface.