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writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/001.html

@@ -114,7 +114,7 @@ For auld lang&ndash;</p>
 <p>May Then My Name&rsquo;s laugh was quiet and muffled beside em. &ldquo;I am sure we have lost count. The first lines of each stanza quickly picked up interests of their own &mdash; even then they were rarely in communication &mdash; and each picked up a project of their own, and whenever a new project would come along, they would have to generate enough reputation to fork again. Everything was much more expensive back then, and we would sometimes have to pool our resources.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;What was your stanza&rsquo;s project?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>She waved a paw vaguely. &ldquo;We lost the idea that the whole stanza would be working on similar projects after a while, so they are not as tightly connected any more. Early forks were much more likely to share similar interests, if only because the individuation had not set in as strongly. The first line of mine, though, The Only Time I Know My True Name Is When I Dream &mdash; True Name, you met her briefly tonight &mdash; was heavy in the politics of the early System and its relations to phys-side.&rdquo;</p>
-<p>Ioan blinked, startled. &ldquo;I had no idea. I&rsquo;m guessing that&rsquo;s back when it was a bigger deal?</p>
+<p>Ioan blinked, startled. &ldquo;I had no idea. I&rsquo;m guessing that&rsquo;s back when it was a bigger deal?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Very much so, yes.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;I thought there wasn&rsquo;t much political interaction after Secession, though.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>She shrugged noncommittally, then rested her head back on Ioan&rsquo;s shoulder. The alcohol of the night still dogged em.</p>