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<p>As the afternoon started to threaten to slide right into evening, Motes took her leave and left A Finger Pointing and Beholden on the couch, canoodling. Clearly that had taken precedent over whatever they had had planned at the auditorium for the rest of the day. That they had come home for her, for Motes, was the base of that warmth that had begun to grow within her.</p>
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<p>As the afternoon started to threaten to slide right into evening, Motes took her leave and left A Finger Pointing and Beholden on the couch, canoodling. Clearly that had taken precedent over whatever they had had planned at the auditorium for the rest of the day. That they had come home for her, for Motes, was the base of that warmth that had begun to grow within her.</p>
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<p>She made her way out of the house and wandered to the center of the neighborhood. She left the automatic chalk lines going, letting them be the fuel that propelled her forward, left their flowering shapes fit into this perception of herself as a flower child rather than simply a child, a gentle reframing that allowed her to have this thing, this gentle goodness.</p>
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<p>She made her way out of the house and wandered to the center of the neighborhood. She left the automatic chalk lines going, letting them be the fuel that propelled her forward, left their flowering shapes fit into this perception of herself as a flower child rather than simply a child, a gentle reframing that allowed her to have this thing, this gentle goodness.</p>
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<p>The neighborhood formed a lazy semicircle, a ‘U’ that butted up against an avenue that petered out into the nature of the sim in either direction. Across the street — in accessible to anyone who was unwelcome — sat the back entrance of the theatre Au Lieu Du Rêve most commonly performed at. Just homes and beloved workplace dropped into an endless landscape like sugar into so much tea.</p>
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<p>The neighborhood formed a lazy semicircle, a ‘U’ that butted up against an avenue that petered out into the nature of the sim in either direction. Across the street — in accessible to anyone who was unwelcome — sat the back entrance of the theatre Au Lieu Du Rêve most commonly performed at. Just homes and beloved workplace dropped into an endless landscape like sugar into so much tea.</p>
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<p>In the bowl of the ‘U’ sat all of the common areas. A pool — one with seats and jets, one that could be a hot tub seeing a hundred as easily as an Olympic pool — a few tennis courts for the few — who? — who actually enjoyed the game, a liberal dotting of grills — everyone had a favorite — for cook outs, a “community center” which had long ago turned into a movie theatre-<em>cum</em>-cuddlepit…</p>
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<p>In the bowl of the ‘U’ sat all of the common areas. A pool — one with seats and jets, one that could be a hot tub seeing a hundred as easily as an Olympic pool — a few tennis courts for the few — who? — who actually enjoyed the game, a liberal dotting of grills — everyone had a favorite — for cook outs, a “community center” which had long ago turned into a movie-theater-<em>cum</em>-cuddlepit…</p>
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<p>And there, right at the very lowest point of the bowl of the ‘U’ sat a playground. What was initially intended to be Motes’s haunt, hers and her friends, had long ago turned into a place for late-night musings. Thousands and thousands of times over the years, couples or small groups or lone individuals would converge on the swings or the slide and sit in the dark, staring up on the star-speckled sky, the Milky Way glowing bright enough to light one’s face beyond even the gold-and-black of the rest of the neighborhood with its sodium vapor lamps and countless darknesses. It was a place for play, yes, and it was often used for such, but it was also a place for couples to work out their problems or groups to chat about everything and nothing or for one to sit alone, drunk, beneath the stars, looking up and feeling good or bad or simply introspective.</p>
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<p>And there, right at the very lowest point of the bowl of the ‘U’ sat a playground. What was initially intended to be Motes’s haunt, hers and her friends, had long ago turned into a place for late-night musings. Thousands and thousands of times over the years, couples or small groups or lone individuals would converge on the swings or the slide and sit in the dark, staring up on the star-speckled sky, the Milky Way glowing bright enough to light one’s face beyond even the gold-and-black of the rest of the neighborhood with its sodium vapor lamps and countless darknesses. It was a place for play, yes, and it was often used for such, but it was also a place for couples to work out their problems or groups to chat about everything and nothing or for one to sit alone, drunk, beneath the stars, looking up and feeling good or bad or simply introspective.</p>
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<p>It was not dark now.</p>
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<p>It was not dark now.</p>
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<p>There, on the swings, sat a child, a girl, looking to be perhaps twelve or thirteen with brown hair cut into an unruly bob, pale skin shining in the sun, swaying lazily back and forth as she faced away from Motes. She looked mostly down, skidding the heels of her shoes through the gravel beneath the swings, scooping the pebbles out of the way and then smoothing them back into place with her toes.</p>
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<p>There, on the swings, sat a child, a girl, looking to be perhaps twelve or thirteen with brown hair cut into an unruly bob, pale skin shining in the sun, swaying lazily back and forth as she faced away from Motes. She looked mostly down, skidding the heels of her shoes through the gravel beneath the swings, scooping the pebbles out of the way and then smoothing them back into place with her toes.</p>
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<p>Perhaps she ought to hug Dry Grass extra-tight next time she saw her.</p>
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<p>Perhaps she ought to hug Dry Grass extra-tight next time she saw her.</p>
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<p>She played in Rock Park, a hulking mound of salmon, pink, gold, and buff flagstone that had been stacked in such a way as to create a series of twisty, narrow tunnels throughout. The tunnels turned sharply, or required her to climb up vague suggestions of ladders made by protruding slabs of rock, or dumped her down into a central cavern, the ground covered in a layer of velvety soft mulch to cushion any falls. The cavern that opened out on one end into a broader playground, all of the equipment themed to be related to a quarry: dump trucks and bucket hoists and front end loaders and excavators.</p>
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<p>She played in Rock Park, a hulking mound of salmon, pink, gold, and buff flagstone that had been stacked in such a way as to create a series of twisty, narrow tunnels throughout. The tunnels turned sharply, or required her to climb up vague suggestions of ladders made by protruding slabs of rock, or dumped her down into a central cavern, the ground covered in a layer of velvety soft mulch to cushion any falls. The cavern that opened out on one end into a broader playground, all of the equipment themed to be related to a quarry: dump trucks and bucket hoists and front end loaders and excavators.</p>
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<p>She played throughout the rest of the park, hauling that mulch or digging into it with the equipment or her paws, putting those digger claws of hers to use. She played in the grass, played in the little stands of pine trees that dotted the field beyond, the two whitewashed gazebos. Sometimes there were roller-blades or bikes or skateboards. Sometimes there were self-propelled levitation boots that let you putter along at a few miles per hour a hand’s breadth above the ground and which would do all they could to keep you from falling over.</p>
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<p>She played throughout the rest of the park, hauling that mulch or digging into it with the equipment or her paws, putting those digger claws of hers to use. She played in the grass, played in the little stands of pine trees that dotted the field beyond, the two whitewashed gazebos. Sometimes there were roller-blades or bikes or skateboards. Sometimes there were self-propelled levitation boots that let you putter along at a few miles per hour a hand’s breadth above the ground and which would do all they could to keep you from falling over.</p>
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<p>She played with her friends. She played with strangers she had seen before yet never talked to. She played with those she saw once and then never saw again.</p>
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<p>She played with her friends. She played with strangers she had seen before yet never talked to. She played with those she saw once and then never saw again.</p>
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<p>She played until she got tired, until enough of her friends got bored and wandered off, until the long, breezy afternoon in this sim sighed its way into evening. She played until the obvious thing to do was to climb up to the top of the tunnel-ridden pile of flagstone to sit at the summit, enjoying the golden hour with Alexei.</p>
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<p>She played until she got tired, until enough of her friends got bored and wandered off, until the long, breezy morning in this sim sighed its way into the heat of afternoon. She played until the obvious thing to do was to climb up to the top of the tunnel-ridden pile of flagstone to sit at the summit, enjoying the sun with Alexei.</p>
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<p>The park was only one part of a small town, only one part of a sizeable sim, but it was a popular destination for those who leaned into childhood on Lagrange for its permissive attitudes and curious inhabitants, most of whom seemed to be families — found or blood — and many of whom were the kids who played here. Alexei lived here with the family he had built: three guardians, one of whom was his great-grandfather by blood, and a sister.</p>
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<p>The park was only one part of a small town, only one part of a sizeable sim, but it was a popular destination for those who leaned into childhood on Lagrange for its permissive attitudes and curious inhabitants, most of whom seemed to be families — found or blood — and many of whom were the kids who played here. Alexei lived here with the family he had built: three guardians, one of whom was his great-grandfather by blood, and a sister.</p>
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<p>“Motes,” he said after they had sat in silence for some time. “Where were you, anyway? I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it, but it’s just us, right?”</p>
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<p>“Motes,” he said after they had sat in silence for some time. “Where were you, anyway? I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it, but it’s just us, right?”</p>
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<p>She shrugged and picked at the rock with a claw, worrying loose a thin chip of flagstone. “I still do not <em>want</em> to talk about it,” she said, then grinned over at him. “But I will anyway.”</p>
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<p>She shrugged and picked at the rock with a claw, worrying loose a thin chip of flagstone. “I still do not <em>want</em> to talk about it,” she said, then grinned over at him. “But I will anyway.”</p>
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<p>“That’s because you never shut up.”</p>
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<p>“That’s because you never shut up.”</p>
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<p>She laughed and threw the chip of rock at him. “That is not <em>not</em> true. I guess it is extra true, actually, since most of my time away was spent talking.” She tried to scratch up another chip, but she seemed to have lucked out that first time. “Sorry I just disappeared a while back.”</p>
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<p>She laughed and threw the chip of rock at him. “That is not <em>not</em> true. I guess it is extra true, actually, since most of my time away was spent talking.” She tried to scratch up another chip, but she seemed to have lucked out that first time. “Sorry I just disappeared a while back.”</p>
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<p>“Yeah, I was worried. I thought you got hurt bad. What happened?”</p>
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<p>“Yeah, I was worried. I thought you got hurt bad. What happened?”</p>
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<p>((Talk about where she was, Alexei’s thoughts, etc, he ought to tug her tail just because))</p>
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<p>She hesitated, averting her gaze to look out into the park around her, the park she had claimed as her domain not half an hour before. “I got a high priority ping that made me fall, and then I hit my face on that stupid dome.”</p>
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<p>((Home, big dinner in the neighborhood, movie night))</p>
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<p>“I saw you had a bloody nose, yeah,” he said, patting her shoulder. “That sucks. Was it a come-home ping?”</p>
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<p>((Talk with Dry Grass))</p>
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<p>“Nah, it was just a warning,” she said, speaking slowly while she organized her thoughts, trying to figure out just how much to say. “It was one of my cocladists being rude. She sent me a horrible letter, and wanted me to be in all the wrong moods when I read it, I think.”</p>
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<p>“Ew.”</p>
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<p>“Ew is right. She is one of those in the clade that does not like me doing this,” she said, gesturing down at herself, out at the playground. “She sent me a huge letter telling me that in a million different ways.”</p>
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<p>Alexei screwed up his face in a wince. “Double-ew. So were you in trouble? Are you still?”</p>
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<p>“I do not think so. At least, everyone is telling me I am not, that it was just her being a b-word and that she just wanted me and my family to feel bad so that she could feel like she had done something.”</p>
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<p>“So a bully,” he said flatly.</p>
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<p>Motes giggled. “I mean, I guess so. Big Motes understands it better, but she is busy.”</p>
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<p>This had long ago become a hint to drop into conversations that to continue would be to break the illusion, to pull back the curtain and expose the play for what it was: merely a performance.</p>
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<p>Neither of them, neither of these two consummate performers, wanted that. Alexei could probably pry it out of her, pry out all of the details of all that had happened — and she may yet send him a letter as Big Motes for more context later — pry her out of this space for a little bit if he wanted.</p>
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<p>He did not, so he said nothing and flopped backwards on the rock, resting his head on one arm while draping the other over his face to block out the sun. “Sounds dumb,” he said. “I’m just glad you’re back and that you’re not in trouble or anything.”</p>
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<p>Panting, Motes scooted so that her back rested against a spire of rock to get as much shade as she could. Black fur and bright sun coexisted too energetically at times. “No, not really in trouble,” she said. “I may have made myself feel like I was in trouble, but that is just me being a dummy.”</p>
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<p>There was a snort of laughter from the boy. “That is definitely a you thing.”</p>
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<p>She mulled over this, tallying up the various anxieties she had felt over the years, the worries she had expressed or let color her actions, all the times she disappeared from youth, from play, from this form. “Yeah, I guess,” she mumbled. “You ever get anxious about all this?”</p>
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<p>“All this?”</p>
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<p>“Being a kid, that sort of thing.”</p>
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<p>“Isn’t this stuff for being busy?”</p>
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<p>She frowned. “I know, but I want to know. I just got back from two weeks of freaking out.”</p>
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<p>“Two and a half,” Alexei said.</p>
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<p>“Pretty pleeease?” she whined. “With a cherry on top?”</p>
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<p>It was his turn to mull things over, apparently, given the comfortable, thoughtful silence that followed. “I dunno. Sometimes, I guess. Sometimes I worry about where I can go like this, right? Like, we met when we were big. We met at that crazy bar with all the crazy music. I go to that stuff as Big Alexei, kinda because I don’t want to get trampled, and kinda because I’m worried they’ll kick me out.”</p>
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<p>“Yeah,” she said, lining a few pebbles up in a row. “I have been kicked out of lots and lots and lots of places.”</p>
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<p>“You’re also older than I am,” he retorted. “So we’ve probably been kicked out of places at the same rate.”</p>
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<p>She blew a raspberry at him, got one in return.</p>
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<p>“You’re not really talking about anxiety, though, right? Like, you’re talking about shame, I think.”</p>
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<p>“Yeah.” He rolled onto his side to look at her, leaving his arm half-draped over his face to block out the sun. “I guess I kinda do, though it always comes from the outside. Like, getting kicked out of a place is whatever, but when someone I meet as Big Alexei learns about Little Alexei and gets all upset and yells at me or cuts contact–” </p>
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<p>He frowned. “That’s what happened, isn’t it? You had someone cut contact because they learned of it? One of your cocladists?”</p>
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<p>“Yeah,” she mumbled. “She already knew, though, she just found out one of her up-trees was still talking to me.”</p>
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<p>“She made her own up-trees cut contact, too?” He furrowed his brow. “Aren’t you guys like super dispersionistas?”</p>
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<p>She laughed. “Some of us. Some of us drifted apart, but some of us stick together really tightly. I have ma and Bee and a bunch of siblings, right?”</p>
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<p>“I guess, yeah,” he said. “I’m not a dispersionista, though, so I can’t really understand. I don’t have any up-trees or cross-trees or whatever. It sucks that she’s being a bully, though, ‘cause she kind of <em>is</em> you, isn’t she?”</p>
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<p>Motes sighed. “I guess, yeah. That is why it hurt and why I had to spend a lot of time thinking about it.”</p>
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<p>He reached out and gave her tail a gentle tug — not something she usually tolerated, but the conversation had been so gentle, it had not scent of meanness to it — and smiled up to her. “Well, <em>I</em> think you’re better than she is, so clearly she isn’t you. Tell her to get stuffed!”</p>
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<p>She laughed, reaching out to bat at his hand. “I guess I pretty much did, because here I am!”</p>
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<p>After that, their conversation fell back into more comfortable things. They spoke of friends. They spoke of the pros and cons of Rock Park. They spoke of families and the secret pleasures of being punished. Then they played a half-hearted game of tag before Motes finally said goodbye and stepped home just in time for the evening’s planned activities, floating on a cloud of joy like she had not experienced in more than two weeks.</p>
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<p>At home, she dashed to the kitchen and gulped down a glass of water, laughed at the uncomfortable chill this left her with, and then dashed out into the fading afternoon. </p>
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<p>Few who tried the fluffy tower of <em>frahabrodåt</em> went back for seconds, at which ey seemed quite proud.</p>
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<p>Motes ate it all. She ate herself overfull. She ate herself messy, leaving her shirt dotted with mustard and grease, her lips shinig with the oily sheen of at least three different types of sausage.</p>
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<p>And then, when the movie was over and many of those in the community center had started to doze on their beanbags and couches, when Dry Grass fell asleep one too many times and begged off to go back home — not without yet another tight hug from Motes and a promise to be back — when Motes herself started to get sleepy, she disentangled herself from the rest of that dozy comfort and slipped out into the cool of the night.</p>
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<p>And then, when the movie was over and many of those in the community center had started to doze on their beanbags and couches, when Dry Grass fell asleep one too many times and begged off to go back home — not without yet another tight hug from Motes and a promise to be back — when Motes herself started to get sleepy, she disentangled herself from the rest of that dozy comfort and slipped out into the cool of the night.</p>
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<p>Rather than turning left off toward home, she turned right to the other arm of the ‘U’ that made up the neighborhood and started wandering through the grass until she hit the sidewalk. There, vines in chalk blossomed lazily behind her footsteps, and in the night, in the light of the stars and the moon and the streetlamps, they seemed to glow in pale oranges and whites and blues. She played with them by taking wobbling, drunken steps, crossing one leg in front of the other, pirouetting clumsily to make them tie themselves into knots.</p>
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<p>Even so, she continued down around the slow curve of the neighborhood’s main street, not bothering to venture into any of the cul-de-sacs. The chalk lines were fun, a little trail describing where the little skunk had wandered, but she <em>was</em> tired. It had been a long first day back as Little Motes, and she had successfully packed it to the brim with all that she had wanted to do, and that success gave to her a sense of rightness.</p>
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<p>Even so, she continued down around the slow curve of the neighborhood’s main street, not bothering to venture into any of the cul-de-sacs. The chalk lines were fun, a little trail describing where the little skunk had wandered, but she <em>was</em> tired. It had been a long first day back as Little Motes, and she had successfully packed it to the brim with all that she had wanted to do, and that success gave to her a sense of rightness.</p>
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