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<p>The same thing, month after month, stepping into the coffee shop to order the same coffee &mdash; delicious as always &mdash; and wait for the same True Name to arrive.</p>
<p>Their standard greeting would be for Ioan to stand and bow &mdash; ey was always there too early &mdash; set up a cone of silence, and share a bit of chit-chat, however many little nothings felt appropriate for the day, for the month since they&rsquo;d last seen each other, before settling back down on the L-shaped couch, each to work on their own projects.</p>
<p>Then, as ever, one or the other of them would call an end to the meeting, if meeting it was, and they&rsquo;d stand once more, bow as always, and each would step back home.</p>
<p>Or, at least, ey would always step back home, where May would &mdash; as she always did &mdash; congratulate him on not dying.</p>
<p>Or, at least, ey would always step back home, where May would &mdash; as she always did &mdash; congratulate em on not dying.</p>
<p>The only thing that seemed to change was the topics they talked about and True Name herself.</p>
<p>She was always smartly dressed, she always smiled brightly to em, always ordered the same mocha with extra whipped cream, and would always seem to get dabs of it on her nose-tip, but over time, the skunk had slowly picked up some ineffable quality about her that Ioan could only ever describe as &lsquo;harried&rsquo;. It wasn&rsquo;t in her grooming, for her whiskers were always neat and orderly, the longer fur atop her head well brushed, and her claws neatly trimmed. It wasn&rsquo;t in the things she talked about, for she always had some interesting bit of news about any of the three &mdash; four, if one counted Artemis &mdash; Systems out there.</p>
<p>It was, ey decided, something to do with her eyes, her cheeks, the way her hands moved. It was in her voice, in her mien, in her bearing.</p>
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<p>&ldquo;Alright,&rdquo; ey said, wiping eir face. &ldquo;Want dinner?&rdquo;</p>
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