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<p>&ldquo;Alright,&rdquo; Her Cocladist said and finished the act of setting her book down, tented over the open page — no, do not get angry at her; sys-side, there are no broken bindings. &ldquo;Do not sit on her bed.&rdquo;</p> <p>&ldquo;Alright,&rdquo; Her Cocladist said and finished the act of setting her book down, tented over the open page — no, do not get angry at her; sys-side, there are no broken bindings. &ldquo;Do not sit on her bed.&rdquo;</p>
<p>The Woman bowed once more and stepped at last over the threshold, shutting the door behind her.</p> <p>The Woman bowed once more and stepped at last over the threshold, shutting the door behind her.</p>
<p>Along the other wall — that wall that had been hidden to the woman — was a simple bed, a single bed, a single-size mattress, and a wall painted in a feathery ombré from golden orange to purple-black. The covers were rumpled, clearly slept in. Clearly slept in and also clearly frozen in time, for the bed had not been touched since Death Itself had quit fifty seven years before. The Woman would not sit on it, even had Her Cocladist not warned her, for such was simply the way of things. The same was true of I Do Not Know&rsquo;s bed, and the only person who had laid in Should We Forget&rsquo;s bed was The Oneirotect who deserved such an expression of grief.</p> <p>Along the other wall — that wall that had been hidden to the woman — was a simple bed, a single bed, a single-size mattress, and a wall painted in a feathery ombré from golden orange to purple-black. The covers were rumpled, clearly slept in. Clearly slept in and also clearly frozen in time, for the bed had not been touched since Death Itself had quit fifty seven years before. The Woman would not sit on it, even had Her Cocladist not warned her, for such was simply the way of things. The same was true of I Do Not Know&rsquo;s bed, and the only person who had laid in Should We Forget&rsquo;s bed was The Oneirotect who deserved such an expression of grief.</p>
<p>The Woman had her own ritual of grief to perform, though, and this did not call for touching the bed</p> <p>The Woman had her own ritual of grief to perform, though, and this did not call for touching the bed.</p>
<p>Instead, she sat down near the end of it, across the room from Her Cocladist, for both beds had at their feet matching beanbags — when you have a tail that flickers into being at moments not under your control, you are limited in your seating, you see, to the types of seats that can accommodate such caudal majesty that skunks sport — </p>
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<p>These words apparently caught Her Friend off guard, as ey, too, sat up straighter, furrowing eir brow. I am sure that you can see just how startling such an answer may be! We knew from the start, of course, that talk of unbecoming would be littered with little landmines labeled with such things as &lsquo;suicide&rsquo; or &lsquo;self harm&rsquo; or simply &lsquo;the void&rsquo;, of course, but The Woman&rsquo;s words spoke of something more complicated.</p> <p>These words apparently caught Her Friend off guard, as ey, too, sat up straighter, furrowing eir brow. I am sure that you can see just how startling such an answer may be! We knew from the start, of course, that talk of unbecoming would be littered with little landmines labeled with such things as &lsquo;suicide&rsquo; or &lsquo;self harm&rsquo; or simply &lsquo;the void&rsquo;, of course, but The Woman&rsquo;s words spoke of something more complicated.</p>
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