From 3e8e8f4a86344e29d06aa785abb78117151afd22 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2022 18:12:17 -0500 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/mitzvot/037.html | 4 ++-- 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/mitzvot/037.html b/writing/post-self/mitzvot/037.html index 6992db54b..22a685aae 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/mitzvot/037.html +++ b/writing/post-self/mitzvot/037.html @@ -91,7 +91,7 @@

“If I am honest, a few conflicts remain from both merges, even still. They are not large ones, but they are there, and some jealous part of me who is True Name does not wish to be completely subsumed, so I am keeping them held just at bay. There is something pleasant about the just-off-center nature of that reality. I am Sasha, and I am also True Name, End Waking, and May. I am of three minds.”

“So long as that works for you.”

“I can always address them down the line if it does not.”

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Ey nodded. “And I’m guessing you don’t miss the social part of that life too much, Jonas or Zacharias or any of them.”

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Ey nodded. “And I’m guessing you don’t miss the social part of that life too much? Jonas or Zacharias or any of them.”

She poked at eir side with a claw before slouching against em. “You do not need to ask stupid questions, Ioan.”

“Right, right,” ey said, laughing. “I figured no love lost, but–“

“I did not love either of them, as friends or otherwise,” she said, waving away the rest of eir comment. “Now that I have known other kinds of love, I am confident of that.”

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They walked back, then, hand in paw, following the trail as it dipped down to the water or ducked up into the trees. Back home, back to May, back to whatever it was that life had become.