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@ -272,7 +272,7 @@ Motes frowned and pulled apart the logic, doodling pink spirals onto her fingerp
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``Is this that stupid optics thing again?''
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``I do not know. Certainly in part, though it is also in part because, if you are her, then you could not be her child. You could not be a different age.'' She hesitated, then added, ``It means that she has the capability to become like you, yes? That all of us have that within us, yes?''
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``I do not know. Certainly in part, though it is also in part because, if you are her, then you could not be her child. You could not be a different age.'' She hesitated, then added, ``It means that she has the capability to become like you, yes? That all of us have\pagebreak\ that within us, yes?''
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``Oh god,'' Motes said, laughing. ``I cannot imagine Hammered Silver as a kid. She would be one of those prissy, stuck up girls who is the daughter of the PTA president or something.''
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@ -292,4 +292,4 @@ Dry Grass nodded, expression serious. ``It absolutely is. She has gotten quite u
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Motes huffed, nodded. ``Good. If you stop talking to me, I \emph{will} cry.''
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``Perish the thought!'' Dry Grass laughed and leaned over to hug her cocladist, careful of her nails. ``I will not. Do not worry, my dear, you are stuck with me for a good while yet. I would rather tell Hammered Silver to go fuck herself.''
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``Perish the thought!'' Dry Grass laughed and leaned over to\pagebreak\ hug her cocladist, careful of her nails. ``I will not. Do not worry, my dear, you are stuck with me for a good while yet. I would rather tell Hammered Silver to go fuck herself.''
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