From a21d592c38acd90dfacc8eaedae96b10a88fa462 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2024 22:15:14 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/motes/001.html | 4 ++-- writing/post-self/motes/008.html | 36 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++-- 2 files changed, 36 insertions(+), 4 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/motes/001.html b/writing/post-self/motes/001.html index 4b239dbd3..43fee4969 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/motes/001.html +++ b/writing/post-self/motes/001.html @@ -161,10 +161,10 @@

Bristling, Motes glared over at Dry Grass. “It is all well and good that she not like me, but to not like my family is bullcrap.”

Dry Grass nodded, expression serious. “It absolutely is. She has gotten quite upset at me a few times, but I just smile and nod and tune her out when she goes into her self-righteous spirals. I am not the type to cut anyone out of my life, for better or worse, but I will absolutely ignore people.”

Motes huffed, nodded. “Good. If you stop talking to me, I will cry.”

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“Perish the thought!” The Odist laughed and leaned over to hug her cocladist, careful of her nails. “I will not, do not worry, my dear. You are stuck with me for a good while yet.”

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“Perish the thought!” The Odist laughed and leaned over to hug her cocladist, careful of her nails. “I will not. Do not worry, my dear, you are stuck with me for a good while yet.”