From 740a524121462db82032332e8a14dfe22eb76158 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2021 21:55:09 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/toledot/secession/sys/Michelle/001.html | 4 ++-- 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/toledot/secession/sys/Michelle/001.html b/writing/post-self/toledot/secession/sys/Michelle/001.html index 32584ea3b..22ba7489a 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/toledot/secession/sys/Michelle/001.html +++ b/writing/post-self/toledot/secession/sys/Michelle/001.html @@ -53,7 +53,7 @@

“I just want…we just want to experience…a little more,” she choked out. “Can you give us that?”

The reasons for the forks became clear, now, and over the next five minutes — for some had diverged so far that a great amount of effort was required — they began to merge their outermost instances down-tree, down-tree, down toward the root. Many looked shell-shocked as years and decades and centuries of memories poured into them, and then were passed on down. Many looked as mad as she felt.

She held up her hand when there the mergers had completed down to the doubled-versions of the nine first lines and one second line (for Qoheleth had been a first, Michelle remembered/Sasha remembered) standing before her.

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“We have a task for each of you. One last task.” And she walked down the line/she walked down the line, leaning close to whisper into each of their ears, whether they were skunk or human or something new and different, what she wanted them to accomplish.

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“We have a task for each of you who will remain. One last task.” And she walked down the line/she walked down the line, leaning close to whisper into each of their ears, whether they were skunk or human or something new and different, what she wanted them to accomplish.

“Now,” she said.

Of the twenty before her, ten merged into her, one by one.

“Oh,” she said/she said. “Oh.”

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And then she quit.