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 <p>&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know if I&rsquo;d call them dates. No romance, there.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>The skunk laughed and shook her head. &ldquo;Just an expression.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Oh, right.&rdquo; Ey shrugged. &ldquo;She&rsquo;s just like&hellip;a coworker one is friends with. There are contexts that I enjoy her company in, but it&rsquo;s not like I&rsquo;m inviting her over for the holidays.&rdquo;</p>
-<p>&ldquo;Which is good,&rdquo; she said, grinning. &ldquo;I am sure that I will get to the point where she and I can coexist in the same space without either of us feeling bad, but sharing Christmas dinner with her would be far too much.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Which is good,&rdquo; she said, grinning. &ldquo;I am sure that I will get to the point where she and I can coexist in the same space without either of us pulling each others&rsquo; fur out, but sharing Christmas dinner with her would be far too much.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>Ey nodded and tightened eir arm around her, kissing between her ears. &ldquo;Same, I think. Thanks for reminding me, though. I should probably get up and get that started.</p>
 <p>They both slid out of the bed to complete their morning tasks: Ioan to make another pot of coffee and prepare breakfast while May went through her grooming routine, then eating, a shower for em while she worked on her monologue.</p>
 <p>The dinner itself wasn&rsquo;t exactly onerous. A stew of pork &mdash; ey&rsquo;d been raised on a version with lamb, which May hadn&rsquo;t liked &mdash; tomatoes, and mushrooms in a garlicky, paprika-filled gravy served with polenta. Still, it benefited from a longer cooking time, so ey began that after eir shower and set it to simmering.</p>
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 <p>True Name,</p>
 <p>I hope all is well.</p>
-<p>After our conversation a few days ago, as well as another that I had with May this morning, I got to thinking about a pattern I&rsquo;ve noticed, and wanted to ask you about it. I hope it&rsquo;s not too impertinent of me. If it&rsquo;s too sensitive, I understand.</p>
+<p>After our conversation a few days ago, as well as another that I had with May this morning, I got to thinking about a pattern I&rsquo;ve noticed, and wanted to ask you about it. I hope it&rsquo;s not too impertinent of me. If it&rsquo;s too sensitive a topic, I understand.</p>
 <p>I&rsquo;ve noticed that you and May have a tendency to talk about each other quite a bit. I know that there are a lot of factors that go into this such as my relationships with each of you, your shared history, and the fact that I have a habit of asking each of you about the other in turn.</p>
 <p>All the same, I was wondering if you had any thoughts on the matter. I don&rsquo;t want to sound meddlesome (indeed, I don&rsquo;t think I&rsquo;d even be capable of meddling with either of you), I just want to better understand each of you in turn, given the dynamics between us.</p>
-<p>I know that&rsquo;s not a huge deal for either of our clades, but all the same, Merry Christmas.</p>
+<p>I know it&rsquo;s not a huge deal for either of our clades, but all the same, Merry Christmas.</p>
 <p>Wishing you the best,</p>
 <p>Ioan</p>
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 <p><strong>IOAN BĂLAN INDIVIDUAL-EYES-ONLY MATERIAL</strong></p>
 <p>Mx. Bălan,</p>
 <p>Thank you for your letter. Had we discussed this in person or over sensorium messages, I think that my responses would be quite different, but the intentionality that is required when engaging with writing forced me to think this through more clearly.</p>
-<p>You are correct in assuming that it is you being our shared connection rather than any direct link between the two of us that leads to each of us discussing the other with you frequently. I do not think that this is worth discounting, however, as many know of each other only through one mutual acquaintance and yet do not talk constantly of each other to that one one person between them. It is still notable that we discuss each other as much as we do.</p>
+<p>You are correct in assuming that it is you being our shared connection rather than any direct link between the two of us that leads to each of us discussing the other with you frequently. I do not think that this is worth discounting, however, as many know of each other only through one mutual acquaintance and yet do not talk constantly of each other to that one one person between them. It is still notable that we discuss one another as much as we do.</p>
 <p>I have spent the last hour in discussion with myself while writing this, and would like this reply kept in confidence.</p>
 <p>Years ago, when the Artemisians first arrived, May Then My Name mentioned a letter that I had sent her regarding you. I am not normally in the habit of sharing the tools of my trade, such as they are, and sharing this with you in particular is uncomfortable. However you of all people &mdash; a friend and someone deeply entangled with the clade &mdash; deserve to have the chance to read it, and it may do well to explain where we have found ourselves. Here is that letter in full:</p>
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 <p>May Then My Name Die With Me,</p>
-<p>I hope that you are doing well. I understand that there remains some concern about the outcome of your previous relationship, and I would like you to know that I am not so far diverged from our common ancestor that I do not share in some of those feelings. I remember how often I would come crying into the Crown, leaning on this shoulder or that as I tried to deal with yet another break-up. I know that I have not always been the kindest or most empathetic down-tree instance, for which I truly am sorry. You are, in many ways, a better version of me, and the completeness that you bring to our stanza ensures that, even if I am not a fully realized person, as you have suggested in the past, we &mdash; whether that is you and I, our stanza, or the Odists as a whole &mdash; still do add up to something that is greater than the sum of its parts. You may not believe me, and for that I do not blame you, but I really do love you in my own way, May Then My Name.</p>
+<p>I hope that you are doing well. I understand that there remains some concern about the outcome of your previous relationship, and I would like you to know that I am not so far diverged from our common ancestor that I do not share in some of those feelings. I remember how often I would come crying into the Crown, leaning on this shoulder or that as I tried to deal with yet another break-up. I know that I have not always been the kindest or most empathetic down-tree instance, for which I truly am sorry. You are, in many ways, a better version of me, and the completeness that you bring to our stanza ensures that, even if I am not a fully realized person as you have suggested in the past, we &mdash; whether that is you and I, our stanza, or the Odists as a whole &mdash; still do add up to something that is greater than the sum of its parts. You may not believe me, and for that I do not blame you, but I really do love you in my own way, May Then My Name.</p>
 <p>I do not know if you have been keeping up with many other stanzas after Qoheleth quit, but it appears that Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled has welcomed a new member to its relationship structure, one Codrin Bălan. I am sure that you recognize the clade name from <em>On The Perils of Memory</em>. Codrin&rsquo;s down-tree instance, Ioan Bălan, was the amanuensis that Dear had chosen during that spate of trouble, and the series of events that followed led to a process of individuation. It is always exciting to see that happen, is it not?</p>
-<p>The reason that I bring this up is that Ioan has picked up as eir next project an investigative piece surrounding the launch project. Given your role as sys-side launch director, I thought that I would put you two in touch. Eir project would benefit greatly from your position as well as your history, both with the project and with our combined history. I have had the chance to meet both Ioan and Codrin in the past, and they are some of the most delightful, insightful people that I have met. Please look them up when you get a chance.</p>
+<p>The reason that I bring this up is that Ioan has picked up as eir next project an investigative piece surrounding the launch project. Given your role as sys-side launch director, I thought that I would put you two in touch. Eir project would benefit greatly from your position as well as your history, both with the project and with our combined history. I have had the chance to interact with both Ioan and Codrin in the past, and they are some of the most delightful, insightful people that I have met. Please look them up when you get a chance.</p>
 <p>All my best,</p>
 <p>The Only Time I Know My True Name Is When I Dream of the Ode clade</p>
 <p>systime 197+3</p>
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 <p>That night, when she brought up this message, she mentioned that she believed me when I said that I love her in my own way.</p>
 <p>I understand the root of her feelings towards me and, as I also mentioned on that night, I do not begrudge her that. I will ever be what I am, and what that is does not mesh well with her view of the world, even as it is integral to my existence.</p>
-<p>Just as she said that she still believes me, it is also true that I still love her in my own way. Were you to ask me at the time, or even just a year ago, I do not think that I would have admitted such, but even as I suspect that she is working on her thoughts about me with Ms. Genet, I have been working with Ms. Genet on my ability to be truly earnest with those I respect, which includes you.</p>
+<p>Just as she said that she still believes me, it is also true that I still love her. It is a round-about love, perhaps. She is my cocladist, yes, and I love her as one loves a sister. But what was it Codrin reported Why Ask Questions said? &ldquo;I have yet to meet a single person who has not fallen at least a little in love with May&rdquo;? It is also a little bit of that, but in my own inescapably me way.</p>
-<p>I do not hold regrets for the path that has led us to this point, as I have accomplished much that I set out to do, and, while the cost has been great when it comes to my interpersonal relationships (and, as you mentioned, my stress levels), it all very much still feels worth it.</p>
+<p>Were you to ask me at the time, or even just a year ago, I do not think that I would have admitted such aloud, but even as I suspect that she is working on her thoughts about me with Ms. Genet, I have been working with Ms. Genet on my ability to be truly earnest with those I respect, which includes you.</p>
+<p>I do not hold regrets for the path that has led us to this point. I have accomplished much that I set out to do, and, while the cost has been great when it comes to my interpersonal relationships (and, as you mentioned, my stress levels), it all very much still feels worth it.</p>
 <p>Consciously or not, I make it a point to ask you how she is doing and to engage with her at one degree of remove because this is still a way to maintain that level of connection after so long a time of disconnect.</p>
 <p>Writing this has been both stressful and cathartic, so I appreciate having the chance to do so. While communications with my counterparts on Castor and Pollux have been somewhat scant of late, both of them have mentioned that they are striving to find situations in which they can be vulnerable and earnest. As I am sure you understand, this is still quite difficult for us.</p>
 <p>Let us meet up on Secession day for our next coffee date. Is 11:00 amenable? It can be a small celebration of our own.</p>
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 <p>The skunk let out a melodramatic groan and slid off her stool to the floor, landing on her hands and knees before flopping onto her side, laughing. &ldquo;What a fucking brat.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>Ey stared at her, nonplussed.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Oh God, Ioan, you do not know pain until you work with choir kids.&rdquo;</p>
-<p>Ey laughed and shook eir head, leaning forward to ruffle over her ears. &ldquo;You&rsquo;re right, I don&rsquo;t. Skunks are so weird. I&rsquo;ll just have to trust you on that.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Ey laughed and shook eir head, leaning forward to ruffle over her ears. &ldquo;You&rsquo;re right, I don&rsquo;t. I&rsquo;ll just have to trust you on that. Skunks are so weird.&rdquo;</p>
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                 <h1 id="debarre-2350">Debarre &mdash; 2350</h1>
-<p>Debarre and Do I Know God After The End Waking stood, naked and frowning, on the granite that hung, cantilevered, above the pond that had dug itself into the forest floor beneath the falls. It wasn&rsquo;t a high drop, not enough to turn the stomach, but enough to keep them from simply jumping in.</p>
+<p>Debarre and Do I Know God After The End Waking stood, naked and frowning, on the granite that hung cantilevered above the pond that had dug itself into the forest floor beneath the falls. It wasn&rsquo;t a high drop, not enough to turn the stomach, but enough to keep them from simply jumping in.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;And you&rsquo;re sure it&rsquo;s deep enough?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;I am not, no,&rdquo; End Waking said and then let out a shout and leapt off the overhang out over the water</p>
 <p>The weasel&rsquo;s frowned deepened. No sounds of screaming below, at least.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Fuck it,&rdquo; he muttered, and stepped off the edge of the rock, arms folded over his chest, and plunged, feet first, into the water.</p>
 <p>The cold was enough to drive his breath from him. Even though there wasn&rsquo;t any snow this low down on the hillside, it was still cold out and even colder up-slope from whence the snow-melt came. He realized, too late, that another possibility that there wasn&rsquo;t any screaming from his boyfriend below was due to the frigid water.</p>
-<p>All the same, there was nothing beneath his feet for at least another meter as he sank beneath the water.</p>
+<p>All the same, there was nothing beneath his feet for at least another meter as he sank beneath the surface.</p>
 <p>Thankful for small victories, he swam shakily for the surface, breaching the water with a shallow gasp and teeth already chattering.</p>
 <p>End Waking floated closer, treading water. The skunk&rsquo;s smile was wide, but his teeth were clenched shut in a clear attempt to slow the shivering. &ldquo;Pleasant day out, is it not?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;F-fuck you,&rdquo; Debarre said, laughing breathlessly. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m getting up to the fire ASAP.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>The skunk laughed, shoved at him weakly, and then swam for the shore, weasel in tow.</p>
-<p>They slicked the water off themselves as best they could while walking. Fluffy as he was, End Waking had the larger job of it, having to spend most of the rest of the short trek back up the hill to the fire he&rsquo;d built squeezing water out of his tail fur.</p>
+<p>They slicked the water off themselves as best they could while walking. Fluffy as he was, End Waking had the larger job of it, spending most of the rest of the short trek back up the hill to the fire he&rsquo;d built squeezing water out of his tail fur.</p>
 <p>Once there, they parked a few feet before the fire and huddled beneath his woolen cloak, held open toward the flames, and soaked up as much warmth as they could.</p>
-<p>&ldquo;That was fucking cold,&rdquo; Debarre said once he was able to speak without stammering. &ldquo;You&rsquo;re such an asshole, I can&rsquo;t believe I ever listen to you. Fine fucking new year&rsquo;s surprise.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That was fucking cold,&rdquo; Debarre said once he was able to speak without stammering. &ldquo;You&rsquo;re such an asshole, I can&rsquo;t believe I ever listen to you. Fine fucking way to ring in the new year.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Yes, well, I love you to,&rdquo; End Waking said, grinning. &ldquo;Thank you for joining me, and for your help today.&rdquo;</p>
-<p>They&rsquo;d spent the afternoon building up a rammed earth wall for the skunk&rsquo;s new house, pulling sandy clay from the pile they&rsquo;d brought up from the pond&rsquo;s shore the previous day, mixed in deer&rsquo;s blood as a binder before stacking it in a frame, and pounding it with logs sanded smooth and cut down to a width that fit comfortably in their paws.</p>
+<p>They&rsquo;d spent the afternoon building up a rammed earth wall for the skunk&rsquo;s new house, pulling sandy clay from the pile they&rsquo;d brought up from the pond&rsquo;s shore the previous day, mixing in deer&rsquo;s blood as a binder before stacking it in a frame, and pounding it with logs sanded smooth and cut down to a diameter that fit comfortably in their paws.</p>
-<p>Part of the ramming process had involved carefully setting the chimney pipe for the wood stove between the layers of earth as they built up, something which had seemed an unnecessarily fiddly process, despite the admonitions that, if the pipe crumpled beneath the sand, clay, and blood while they pounded it, the wall wouldn&rsquo;t be sturdy and there might be gaps. As it was, after they built up the rest of the tent, they&rsquo;d have to seal it with more bloody earth and a layer of pitch.</p>
+<p>Part of the ramming process had involved carefully setting the chimney pipe for the wood stove between the layers of earth as they built up. This had seemed an unnecessarily fiddly process despite the admonitions that, if the pipe crumpled beneath the sand, clay, and blood while they pounded it, the wall wouldn&rsquo;t be sturdy and there might be gaps. As it was, after they built up the rest of the tent, they&rsquo;d have to seal that spot with more bloody earth and a layer of pitch.</p>
 <p>It had left them both feeling worn out and dirty, and when Debarre said he was going to wash the sticky earth from his paws and fur, End Waking had suggested turning that into the icy plunge.</p>
 <p>The skunk then built up the fire higher than usual, told Debarre that they&rsquo;d need to do so nude as he shed his clothes by the fire so they&rsquo;d stay dry, and them pulled him along to the rock overhang.</p>
 <p>Once their fronts were mostly dry, they turned out to face the waterfall and ravine, draping the cloak over their fronts with their backs exposed to the fire, sitting in silence and leaning against each other, sharing warmth.</p>
@@ -81,7 +81,7 @@
 <p>There was a long, long silence before the skunk replied. &ldquo;Sleep, my love. There is work to do in the morning. Sleep, and dream beautiful dreams.&rdquo;</p>
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