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<p>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.</p>
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<p>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.</p>
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<p>(( Does some thinking ))</p>
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<p>Ey frowned when ey lifted eir mug, only to find it empty.</p>
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<p>It promised to be a lazy sort of day otherwise, which felt necessary. May’s spike of anxiety a few days prior when ey’d gone out for coffee had quickly tapered off, but it had not simply gone away. The days that followed had included a lot of asking em if ey was okay and taking breaks to sit on the balcony doing breathing exercises.</p>
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<p>Still, last night had been delightful, with the skunk far more relaxed while they cooked — or tried to cook — shitty fast food for each other. After dinner, they moved to the couch with Ioan resting eir head in May’s lap so that she could tease her fingers through eir thick hair while they hummed silly little songs to each other.</p>
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<p>Today promised to be equally comfortable.</p>
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<p>Ey frowned when ey lifted eir mug, only to find it empty. Equally comfortable but for that, ey supposed.</p>
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<p>“I’m going to drink your coffee, May.”</p>
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<p>“If you do, I will pin you down and pluck your eyebrows bald,” she mumbled, slowly lifting her head and reaching out toward her mug on the nightstand.</p>
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<p>“Sounds painful,” ey said, laughing. “That’s a new one.”</p>
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<p>May Then My Name Die With Me,</p>
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<p>I hope that you are doing well. I understand that there remains some concern about the outcome of your previous relationship, and I would like you to know that I am not so far diverged from our common ancestor that I do not share in some of those feelings. I remember how often I would come crying into the Crown, leaning on this shoulder or that as I tried to deal with yet another break up. I know that I have not always been the kindest or most empathetic down-tree instance, for which I truly am sorry. You are, in many ways, a better version of me, and the completeness that you bring to our stanza ensures that, even if I am not a fully realized person, as you have suggested in the past, we - whether that is you and I, our stanza, or the Odists as a whole — still do add up to something that is greater than the sum of its parts. You may not believe me, and for that I do not blame you, but I really do love you in my own way, May Then My Name.</p>
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<p>I do not know if you have been keeping up with many other stanzas after Qoheleth passed, but it appears that Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled has welcomed a new member to its relationship structure, one Codrin Bălan. I am sure that you recognize the clade name from On The Perils of Memory. Codrin’s down-tree instance, Ioan Bălan, was the amanuensis that Dear had chosen during that spate of trouble, and the series of events that followed led to a process of individuation. It is always exciting to see that happen, is it not?</p>
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<p>I do not know if you have been keeping up with many other stanzas after Qoheleth passed, but it appears that Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled has welcomed a new member to its relationship structure, one Codrin Bălan. I am sure that you recognize the clade name from <em>On The Perils of Memory</em>. Codrin’s down-tree instance, Ioan Bălan, was the amanuensis that Dear had chosen during that spate of trouble, and the series of events that followed led to a process of individuation. It is always exciting to see that happen, is it not?</p>
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<p>The reason that I bring this up is that Ioan has picked up as eir next project an investigative piece surrounding the launch project. Given your role as sys-side launch director, I thought that I would put you two in touch. Eir project would benefit greatly from your position as well as your history, both with the project and with our combined history. I have had the chance to meet both Ioan and Codrin in the past, and they are some of the most delightful, insightful people that I have met. Please look them up on clade.id in the perisystem architecture when you get a chance.</p>
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<p>All my best,</p>
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<p>The Only Time I Know My True Name Is When I Dream of the Ode clade</p>
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<p>systime 225+359</p>
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<p><strong>END IOAN BĂLAN INDIVIDUAL-EYES-ONLY MATERIAL</strong></p>
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<p>Ey read the letter through two or three times, trying to digest all that it contained, trying once again not to read too deep and guess that True Name#Castor simply hadn’t told her about Codrin learning the Name.</p>
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<p>Ey read the letter through two or three times, trying to digest all that it contained, trying to square this with what May had said of True Name steering her subtly into eir life, trying once again not to read too deep and guess that True Name#Castor simply hadn’t told her about Codrin learning the Name.</p>
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<p>Finally, acknowledging that ey wouldn’t be able to digest it all in one go, ey dashed off a quick reply thanking True Name for the letter and confirming the time of the next meeting. Then, ey committed the letter to a new exo ey tagged “True Name–May 225” and destroyed the physical copy.</p>
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<p>“May?” ey said, dropping eir cone of silence.</p>
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<p>“Mm?”</p>
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