From 5a443309d868abb7e994d0684f0666180a18a5d9 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Fri, 13 May 2022 19:35:19 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/001.html | 4 ++-- writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/005.html | 6 +++--- 2 files changed, 5 insertions(+), 5 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/001.html b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/001.html index 9dc2163ae..12e7dab56 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/001.html +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/001.html @@ -60,7 +60,7 @@

Dear frowned. “Do you feel obligated to take on the project, rather than actually wanting to?”

Codrin shrugged. “I don’t know what else to say other than that. Obligated, then worried about scope, as though I’d already accepted the burden, such as it were.”

“Do you need a vacation, my dear?”

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“Good Lord, no,” ey said, laughing. “I don’t go as nuts as you, fox, but sitting around idly is decidedly uncomfortable. It’s not quite an “I hate my job” feeling, either. It’s just more of a “Why is it always me? Why do I always wind up at the center of these enormous happenings?” feeling.”

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“Good Lord, no,” ey said, laughing. “I don’t go as nuts as you, fox, but sitting around idly is decidedly uncomfortable. It’s not quite an ‘I hate my job’ feeling, either. It’s just more of a ‘Why is it always me? Why do I always wind up at the center of these enormous happenings?’ feeling.”

As though on cue, both Codrin and Dear’s partner looked over at the fox, who burst into giggles. Ey felt so loopy from exhaustion that ey was soon joining Dear in the fit.

“I will accept a portion of that responsibility,” it said when it could speak again. “But the rest falls on my cocladists. I may be one of them, but I am no metonym.”

“I’ll accept that,” Codrin said.

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“Right, yeah.” Ey slumped down in the chair. “Not like they’ll be able to do anything, anyway.”