update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/mitzvot/004.md

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-Ioan half lay, half slouched against the headboard, May draped bonelessly up along eir front. She'd gotten up to make them both coffee to sip in bed while they woke up, then proceed to doze off again, using eir chest as a pillow and the rest of em as mattress.
+Ioan half lay, half slouched against the headboard, May draped bonelessly up along eir front. She'd gotten up to make them both coffee to drink in bed while they woke up, then proceed to doze off again, using eir chest as a pillow and the rest of em as mattress.
 
 Ey, meanwhile, had made it through most of eir coffee, resting the cup between the skunk's shoulder blades between sips. It was technically Christmas, ey knew, though neither of them cared much for the holiday. The only reason it stuck in eir mind was eir plans for making the traditional tocană and mămăligă that afternoon. Ey hadn't learned to cook much prior to uploading --- just a few simple dishes for a poor student --- and it wasn't until ey had wound up on the System in eir current sim that ey'd gone back to teach emself all the things ey'd loved growing up.
 
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 "Sounds painful," ey said, laughing. "That's a new one."
 
-"Add it to the list," she said after she was able to get at least a few lapping sips of her voice so soon after.
+"Add it to the list," she said after she was able to get at least a few laps.
 
 "One day, they're going to find my dead body, clearly smothered to death, my eyebrows fully plucked, sand in my shoes, cracker crumbs in my bed, all of my pens un-capped, all of my book pages dog-eared, with skunk fur in all the food," ey said, laughing. "I'm pretty sure they'll know it was you."