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book/content/ally/004.tex

@@ -93,7 +93,7 @@ No, I suppose, I don't. You're not my therapist, sitting in a chair across from
 \begin{ally}
 You haven't used colors in fourteen years, either.
 \end{ally}
-What I'm trying to say is that maybe you're back because of nostalgia\index{Nostalgia}. *Restless Town* was done and couldn't be published yet, and a prideful part of me didn't want it to be my first book, so I pulled \emph{Rum and Coke} into shape.
+What I'm trying to say is that maybe you're back because of nostalgia\index{Nostalgia}. \emph{Restless Town} was done and couldn't be published yet, and a prideful part of me didn't want it to be my first book, so I pulled \emph{Rum and Coke} into shape.
 
 It rubbed my nose in the past. I published it a few weeks ago, and I wasn't done with the past, so I started archiving more data. I dug up my old hard drives. I grabbed stuff from Dreamhost, both files and database backups. I finally unlocked my LJ account and archived that.
 

book/content/furry/margaras.tex

@@ -991,7 +991,7 @@ I know. It's been seven years.\index{Numinous!seven}
 \begin{ally}
 It's okay to not let go of some things.
 \end{ally}
-How? How so? How could that possibly be true? How could one possible grow as a person with not letting go of something?
+How? How so? How could that possibly be true? How could one possibly grow as a person with not letting go of something?
 
 \begin{ally}
 It's okay to not let go of some things, and to use them to inform your growth in the future. It's okay to use grief to become a better person.

book/content/sex/sex.tex

@@ -16,7 +16,7 @@
 \noindent Cathleen Schine writes in \emph{The Evolution of Jane}:
 
 \begin{quotation}
-  \noindent I resented the state of childhood wonder.  It was insatiable, yet it seemed to me to be no more than a puerile affliction, like baby teeth.  My ignorance struck me as a bizarre anomaly, for I felt, with utter certainty, that I was --- how can I say this? --- that I was *sufficient*.  Evidence to the contrary forced itself on me every hour of every day, but that seemed to me some preposterous misunderstanding.
+  \noindent I resented the state of childhood wonder.  It was insatiable, yet it seemed to me to be no more than a puerile affliction, like baby teeth.  My ignorance struck me as a bizarre anomaly, for I felt, with utter certainty, that I was --- how can I say this? --- that I was \emph{sufficient}.  Evidence to the contrary forced itself on me every hour of every day, but that seemed to me some preposterous misunderstanding.
 \end{quotation}
 And while I don't necessarily have fond memories of childhood--