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<p>And there, the largest banner of them all, draped from that roof, shouted in stately capitals: “HAPPY DEATH DAY”.</p>
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<p>Still shaking eir head, ey walked up along the streamer-lined path up toward the house. When the threshold was crossed, a chime sounded from within.</p>
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<p>Ioan need not have looked hard for Dear; the fox was already sprinting around the corner of the house. Fox<em>es</em>, ey realized, for as it ran, it forked off copies of itself of all sorts: that iridescent fennec ey remembered, yes, but also scampering foxes no larger than a double-handful, a few grinning copies of the Michelle Hadje of its past, and even a shoulder-high lumbering beast with eyes that crackled with a light of their own.</p>
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<p>Dear — the real Dear — was easy to pick out, for it was dressed in mourners garb. A black suit, almost-but-not-quite masculine, with its eyes hidden by a gauzy black, almost-but-not-quite feminine veil.</p>
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<p>Dear — the real Dear — was easy to pick out, for it was dressed in mourners’ garb. A black suit, almost-but-not-quite masculine, with its eyes hidden by a gauzy black, almost-but-not-quite feminine veil.</p>
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<p>One by one, the various forks quit, and Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled skidded to an unceremonious stop in front of the historian.</p>
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<p><em>“Ioan! Mx. Ioan Bălan! It has been too long! I have missed you.”</em> The fox held out a paw.</p>
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<p>Ioan bypassed this and went straight for the hug. “Dear, this is patently ridiculous.”</p>
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<p>Ey realized that the triad were staring at them. Ey shook eir head to dispel the rumination. “Sorry. Yes?”</p>
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<p>“Where is May Then My Name?” Dear’s partner asked.</p>
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<p>“Here.”</p>
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<p>Four heads turned to the watch the skunk, similar to Dear in so many ways but for species, padded around the corner. She smiled apologetically and bowed. “Sorry I am late.”</p>
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<p>Four heads turned to watch the skunk, similar to Dear in so many ways but for species, pad around the corner. She smiled apologetically and bowed. “Sorry I am late.”</p>
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<p>Dear brightened and bounced up to the skunk, part of its own clade, and once she stood straight again, hugged her. <em>“My dear, a pleasure as always.”</em></p>
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<p>Ioan waited for Dear to release May Then My Name Die With Me before getting eir own hug. After, she looped her arm through eirs, letting em play the escort and settling into a familiar pattern of constant touch.</p>
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<p>“Glad you could make it,” Dear’s partner said.</p>
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<p>Ioan and the skunk let the intoxication of the night cling to them a while longer while they sat on the balcony of Ioan’s house, overlooking that perpetually lilac-scented yard, and talked. They talked of the party, of the modern house on the prairie, of Dear and the contradiction of formal intensity and playfulness that it seemed to embody, and then they talked of nothing at all as they sat in silence.</p>
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<p>It did not seem time yet to snap sobriety into being.</p>
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<p>It had taken Ioan several weeks to get used to the skunk’s affectionate nature. When she first moved in as the intensity of the project began to ramp up, it had taken em by surprise. Even the act of her moving in was unexpected and new. Ey had needed to have a series of awkward conversations discussing boundaries and intentions.</p>
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<p>Now, it had become comfortable and familiar. May Then My Name was as she should be and Ioan had grown to enjoy that</p>
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<p>Now, it had become comfortable and familiar. May Then My Name was as she should be and Ioan had grown to enjoy that.</p>
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<p>As she slouched against eir side on that bench swing and ey settled eir arm around her, ey asked, “What’s the story behind your fork? Or your stanza?”</p>
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<p>“Mm?”</p>
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<p>“Well, Dear said that it and Serene were forked when their down-tree instance wanted to explore an interest in instances and sims. Is there something like that which led to…to whatever your down-tree instance forking?” Ey supposed that, were ey sober, ey might have better luck dredging up the lines from the stanza. Something about true names and God.</p>
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<p>How different she was than Dear. Individuation is born in the decades and centuries, though. Ey would never have thought to be so physical with the fox, but as she laughed and slumped back against eir side, ey realized ey had long since fallen into the habit of physicality, of touch. Of, ey realized, feeling, just as she’d said.</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2021-10-17</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2021-11-17</p>
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