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@@ -6,7 +6,7 @@ Reed laughed and bumped his shoulder against Hanne's. "A sales pitch?"
 
 "You're a nerd. You realize that, right?"
 
-"Tell me why I should be a nerd in the year 243. Next year we can decide on 244.“
+"Tell me why I should be a nerd in the year 283. Next year we can decide on 284.“
 
 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.
 
diff --git a/writing/post-self/marsh/002.md b/writing/post-self/marsh/002.md
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@@ -332,13 +332,13 @@ Systime 284+41 00:17.
 
 "Wait, what–"
 
-"246? But–"
+"284? But–"
 
-"It says 2370, too!"
+"It says 2408, too!"
 
 Everyone talking at once quickly grew overwhelming. Reed shook his head, covered his ears with his hands, then, remembering that he was standing in the middle of a small crowd, tried to mask the movement by turning it into running his fingers through his hair.
 
-"Okay, one at a time," he said, having to speak up to drown out further exclamations. "I'm seeing 246+41. Everyone else seeing the same thing?"
+"Okay, one at a time," he said, having to speak up to drown out further exclamations. "I'm seeing 284+41. Everyone else seeing the same thing?"
 
 Nods around.