From 77c916387f897dfaecdf56f527e1674bfb20b2b6 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sun, 2 Jan 2022 19:15:01 -0600 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/005.html | 4 ++-- 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/005.html b/writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/005.html index ad50de752..af7b18aa5 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/005.html +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/ioan/005.html @@ -15,7 +15,7 @@

Ioan Bălan — 2346

Ioan and May both awoke to messages. May, however, was the first to read hers, having gotten up before her partner, so when Ioan stumbled out of bed toward coffee, the skunk was already sitting at the table, her note before her and eirs still in its clade-eyes-only envelope, waiting for em.

“As soon as you are a real person, my dear, I need you to read this and tell me what is happening.”

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Ey frowned, nodded, and diverted from the coffee pot to splash water on eir face to help em wake up further. Something about the skunk’s attitude suggested something stressful was afoot. Stressful or exciting. Ey couldn’t tell which.

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Ey frowned, nodded, and diverted from the coffee pot to splash water on eir face to help em wake up faster. Something about the skunk’s attitude suggested something stressful was afoot. Stressful or exciting. Ey couldn’t tell which.

Once ey sat down with eir coffee, ey opened eir letter and began to read.

May giggled. “What the fuck does that expression mean?”

Realizing that ey was frowning, squinting and chewing on eir cheek all at the same time, ey forced emself to relax. “Uh…this is weird. Does yours have something to do with it?”

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Ey lifted eir arm up, nudging May to twirl, balletic, beneath it. “Yes, yes. Stuck with the world’s most annoying skunk. I don’t totally understand, but I trust you on this. You can play your game all you want, but can we head back now? I left my coffee on the table and you have therapy in a little bit.”