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 <p>The Woman waits for the next trolley car to come and steps aboard, tucking her tail down and around her leg as she holds onto one of the railings — she never sits, and never could tell you why — to ride it for three stops. This is part of the ritual. Even when the car is busy and she is not feeling so good, there is a part of her that is happy that she gets to stand on this trolley and hold onto the railing and feel the rattle and buzz of the wheels rolling along the track through her feet or paws. It is not even particularly pleasant for her, I think, but it <em>is</em> fulfilling.</p>
 <p>She makes it her three stops and steps easily from the trolley to find herself before her usual coffee shop. There is so much comfort in routine sometimes. Not all routines are rituals, after all, sometimes there is just a coffee shop that you really like because it makes good mochas and always gives you extra whipped cream without being asked.</p>
 <p>And so that is just the routine that she engages with</p>
-<p>Once The Woman has her mocha with extra whip, once she has one of her usual tables over by the windows, once she has taken a seat, then at last she lets her shoulders relax, lets the tension drain out of the small of her back, lets her tail curl around a leg of the chair so that she can simply exist out in public, just sit in her chair by the window and watch the life of the city roll by outside and listen to the rumble-chatter of the coffee shop and, in turn, be watched, be heard, be witnessed.
-(a visit to a coffee shop)</p>
+<p>Once The Woman has her mocha with extra whip, once she has one of her usual tables over by the windows, once she has taken a seat, then at last she lets her shoulders relax, lets the tension drain out of the small of her back, lets her tail curl around a leg of the chair so that she can simply exist out in public, just sit in her chair by the window and watch the life of the city roll by outside and listen to the rumble-chatter of the coffee shop and, in turn, be watched, be heard, be witnessed.</p>
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+<p>(a visit to a coffee shop)</p>
 <p>(Friend is having a bad day b/c ???)</p>
 <p>(Woman remembers something)</p>
 <p>(Woman helps Friend by talking about memory without realizing it)</p>
 <p>(Woman realizes what unbecoming might look like)</p>
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 <li class="done2"> <a href="001.html">001</a> &mdash; The Woman&rsquo;s life is too real, and she would like that to not be the case / Living forever waiting for time to come/as a real person — 2339</li>
-<li class="done0"> <a href="002.html">002</a> &mdash; The Woman runs into Her Friend, who is having a very bad day, and shares her idea / Saving Geppetto</li>
+<li class="done1"> <a href="002.html">002</a> &mdash; The Woman runs into Her Friend, who is having a very bad day, and shares her idea / Saving Geppetto</li>
 <li class="done0"> <a href="003.html">003</a> &mdash; The Woman sees why Her Friend was having a bad day, has a similar bad day / Swallowed by the big fish</li>
 <li class="done0"> <a href="004.html">004</a> &mdash; The Woman aims for greater pleasure to try and re-ground herself / Pleasure Island</li>
 <li class="done0"> <a href="005.html">005</a> &mdash; The Woman tries being creative with Her Friend to create meaning / Puppet show to prove no strings/earn money for Geppetto</li>
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