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 <p>Ey frowned at the stricken expression on her face, the tear-tracks in cheekfur. &ldquo;Do you want us to stop? Stop talking to Odists? If you want to help guide us to better places to look, we can take a break from it.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>She was already shaking her head. &ldquo;You are not going to be able to avoid it, Ioan. I am worried, and I will not stop being worried, but you will not be able to avoid the inevitable end of this line of thought. You did not know it, but you were not even able to avoid the beginning of it.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;There&rsquo;s no way to stay behind, you mean.&rdquo;</p>
-<p>She laughed, and the laugh was haky with tears. &ldquo;You are a brat. But yes. There is no way to stay behind.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>She laughed, and the laugh was shaky with tears. &ldquo;You are a brat. But yes. There is no way to stay behind.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;You&rsquo;re just worried?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;I am just worried. You are at serious risk of learning the truth, and that has me worried.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Alright.&rdquo; Ey drew May in for a hug. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t understand you Odists. I never have. You seem to have all these dramatic events spiraling around you.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>She laughed as she rested her head against eir shoulder. &ldquo;We do, yes, and you love it.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;It keeps life interesting, no denying. I just worry about you in turn.&rdquo;</p>
-<p>&ldquo;I am glad you do, dear.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That feels good to hear, dear.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Good,&rdquo; ey said.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Now, take me home and talk about something &mdash; anything &mdash; else for the rest of the night.&rdquo;</p>
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 <p>For the first time since their arrangement had begun, Yared was greeted at his own door, rather than at the coffee shop down on the corner.</p>
 <p>He had yet to start his day, instead reveling in the cool quiet of the morning, before the sun levered itself up over the roof of his building to shine through his window and before the thrum of the air conditioning took over. The cool, the quiet, his pillow, his sheets, and the blessed nullity of not yet being awake enough to think, to worry.</p>
 <p>At least the knock on his door was polite.</p>
-<p>He hurried to throw on his clothes and kick his bed into something resembling a made state, tossed last night&rsquo;s take-out container in the trash, and rub the last of the sleep from his eyes before answering the door.</p>
+<p>He hurried to throw on his clothes and kick his bed into something resembling a made state, toss last night&rsquo;s take-out container in the trash, and rub the last of the sleep from his eyes before answering the door.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Mr. Zerezghi.&rdquo; Councilor Demma&rsquo;s driver nodded cordially. &ldquo;The councilor would like to speak with you at your earliest convenience.&rdquo;</p>
 <p><em>At your earliest convenience</em> seemed to imply right now, so Yared nodded and kicked on his sandals to follow the suit out of the hallway and into the street. The pavement and buildings had yet to start to bake, but he could tell that it would be another day of hiding inside, or skittering from one air-conditioned place to another.</p>
 <p><em>If I make it through this,</em> he thought.</p>
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 <p>He just knew that he needed something spicy to eat and at least two glasses of wine.</p>
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