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<h1 id="michelle-hadjesasha-2131">Michelle Hadje/Sasha &mdash; 2131</h1>
<h1 id="michelle-hadjesasha-2141">Michelle Hadje/Sasha &mdash; 2141</h1>
<p>In the endless, rolling, field of dandelions, five people gathered.</p>
<p>Two of them were shaped like a woman. Short. Dark hair. Round of cheek and soft of eye.</p>
<p>Two of them were shaped like a woman. Short. Dark, curly hair. Round of cheek and soft of eye.</p>
<p>Two of them were shaped like skunks. Thick, soft fur. Tails longer than torsos, where the fur grew to a hand-span&rsquo;s length.</p>
<p>The two were alike in so many ways. The softness evident between the two disparate species was the same softness. The roundness to the cheeks, despite the fur, was the same roundness. The eyes bore the same expressive empathy.</p>
<p>And before them sat one who was not like any of the others, and yet was completely like all of them. When she focused, she was able to look like skunk or like human, and her eyes were able to share in some of that softness, but when she lost focus, waves of both crashed against her in a violent tempest, splashing fur up over cheeks, or skin down over paws.</p>
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<p>And then she was Michelle. At least for a little while, she was just Michelle, and May Then My Name could brush her hair and they could talk about something &mdash; literally anything &mdash; else, and she could allow the thought that perhaps even the dead can be happy.</p>
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