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 <p>Ey was surprised when ey had been contacted by her, rather than the other way around.</p>
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 <p>Hey, there is this neat bar I know. Come check it out, and we can chat there.</p>
-<p>&mdash; Why Ask Questions Here At The End Of All Things of the Ode Clade</p>
+<p>&mdash; Why Ask Questions, Here At The End Of All Things of the Ode Clade</p>
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 <p>It came as a letter. An actual, honest-to-goodness letter, slipped under eir door (which is how the sim decided to interpret it), written in a rounded hand on yellow legal pad paper.</p>
 <p>Ey spent nearly five minutes just staring that the letter, turning it over in eir hands, inspecting the writing, the ink (shitty ballpoint, ey had noted with distaste), the creases. Ey could make neither heads nor tails of it. It was incredibly Odist while at the same time being totally unique.</p>
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 <p>She winked at em, and with that, the interview was over.</p>
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