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 <p>Meeting Rankin was exactly as they had expected. There was nothing about him that did not shout Joseph Rankin. He wore his identity on his face, on his chest, in the way his hands moved across the table as they talked, there at the cafe, there sitting out on the street, there sipping their espressos.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;so, you are the illustrious Codrin Balan.&rdquo; he said, sipping espresso, looking over the rim of the demitasse appraisingly at Codrin.</p>
 <p>Something about the man grated at em. They were not quite sure what it was at first, whether it was the self-assured way he spoke, or the self-aggrandizing expression he wore on his face. The man was nigh intolerable.</p>
-<p>All the same, ey tried eir best to wear a smile on their face as they spoke. </p>
+<p>All the same, ey tried eir best to wear a smile on their face as they spoke. &ldquo;And you&rsquo;re Joseph Rankin. It&rsquo;s a pleasure to finally get the chance to meet you in the flesh. Thank y&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What a curious choice of phrase, in the flesh.&rdquo; His voice was droll, bored. &ldquo;Have you stopped to think of all of the little idioms we bring with us from phys-side? Even that term! Phys-side. It spells out very plainly that we do not exist in that form any longer. We exist in <em>opposition</em> to it. Sys-side contains no such sense of our abstract existence.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Ey nodded, ingratiating. The man was clearly used to having the chance to expound on his own ideas, and anything that anyone else had to say was of secondary importance &mdash; if it was important at all.</p>
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