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 <p>Ey thumbed eir phone to start music playing. Some of the stuff that reminded em of eir dad to go along with the curry that reminded em of eir mom. Quiet, but present.</p>
 <p>Dinner was no more or less exciting than usual. RJ ate alone at the kitchen table with the carton spread out before em, baring orange curry and the soggy samosa that had come with it. Ey left eir gloves on just to be sure. No sense in having to clean eir contacts more than ey&rsquo;d already need to after a long rehearsal.</p>
 <p>Ey finished, scooped the last of the curry into a plastic container for the next day&rsquo;s lunch, promising emself that ey&rsquo;d cook an additional pot of rice before heading out in the afternoon so ey&rsquo;d have more calories to keep emself running. Clean up as easy as tossing the container into the compost bin along with all of the others. Cooking much more than rice was for times other than crunch.</p>
-<p>The rig in the corner of eir bedroom was exerting subtle gravities on RJ. As ey ran through the motions of the post-recital evening &mdash; eating, cleaning, storing leftovers, using the toilet &mdash; eir orbits grew smaller and smaller. Eir gloves were itching. Ey could feel phantom breezes brushing past phantom fur</p>
+<p>The rig in the corner of eir bedroom was exerting subtle gravities on RJ. As ey ran through the motions of the post-recital evening &mdash; eating, cleaning, storing leftovers, using the toilet &mdash; eir orbits grew smaller and smaller. Eir gloves were itching. Ey could feel phantom breezes brushing past phantom fur.</p>
 <p>Phantom fur. Phantom ears. Phantom tail. Phantom realities teased around the edges of eir perception.</p>
 <p>Ey finally allowed emself to sit down at eir rig, relaxing into the familiar curves of the chair. Even with the draw so close to em, ey took eir time. Ey picked up Priscilla and stroked her smoothly from ears to tail a few times until she started purring up a storm, informing her that, in fact, she was the prettiest kitty.</p>
 <p><em>Peel your gloves off one finger at a time,</em> ey thought. <em>Relish the anticipation. Get caught up in it. Hell, let it linger.</em></p>
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 <p>Ey could no longer hear it.</p>
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