Idumea, Motes Edits, names

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 Motes thought of play.
 
-She thought of all of the play that she had taken part in over the years, all of the games and make believe, all of the jungle-gyms and slides, all of the tag and red-light-green-light and duck-duck-goose, everything going back 276 years, as much as she could remember. She thought of all her toys, from the mound of stuffed animals occupying her bed beside her right now to the awful and cheap RC car she had received on her fifth birthday that worked for that day and that day alone, then never again turned on. She thought of all her friends, of Alexei on the playground the other day—three days ago? Four?—calling out to her as she fell under the spike of panic, of Frida Couch who she had met in kindergarten, who she had told her parents she was dating in third grade, who had died some years after Michelle had uploaded.
+She thought of all of the play that she had taken part in over the years, all of the games and make believe, all of the jungle-gyms and slides, all of the tag and red-light-green-light and duck-duck-goose, everything going back 276 years, as much as she could remember. She thought of all her toys, from the mound of stuffed animals occupying her bed beside her right now to the awful and cheap RC car she had received on her fifth birthday that worked for that day and that day alone, then never again turned on. She thought of all her friends, from Alexei on the playground the other day—three days ago? Four? calling out to her as she fell under the spike of panic—all the way back to Frida Couch who she had met in kindergarten, who she had told her parents she was dating in third grade, who had died some years after Michelle had uploaded.
 
 She thought of the way that play defined the Motes that she had become, the way it had shaped the way she interacted with the world, the way it shaped her very form. She thought of how Au Lieu Du Rêve had accepted readily just how well it fit her self-definition. She thought of the family that she had built up around her.
 

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 He frowned. ``That's what happened, isn't it? You had someone cut contact because they learned of it? One of your cocladists?''
 
-``Yeah,'' she mumbled. ``She already knew, though, she just found out one of her up-trees was still talking to me.''
+``Yeah,'' she mumbled. ``She already knew, though. She just found out one of her up-trees was still talking to me.''
 
 ``She made her own up-trees cut contact, too?'' He furrowed his brow. ``Aren't you guys like super-dispersionistas?''
 
@@ -134,7 +134,7 @@ Motes scrubbed her paws over her face to wake up more fully. ``How do you mean?'
 
 Dry Grass smiled faintly. ``I will let that slide. She is \emph{definitely} a bitch, yes.'' A pause, and then she continued, ``But it rather was my fault, my dear. I mentioned that I had been visiting after that evening with the salad and maccy chee. I made her mad, then told her to go fuck herself.''
 
-Motes sat for a moment in silent, watching the movie, half-listening at the muffled audio that made its way through the cone of silence. ``I had guessed, yeah.''
+Motes sat for a moment in silence, watching the movie, half-listening at the muffled audio that made its way through the cone of silence. ``I had guessed, yeah.''
 
 Her cocladist frowned. ``That is why I am sorry. So much happened, and I started it without really thinking of how it would impact everyone.''
 

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-Thanks, as always, to the polycule, who have been endlessly supportive, but most especially to Fireheart, so many of whose words appear within this book. Thanks as well as to Tomash, Ellen, Andréa, and all the rest of the Post-Self community, who have helped build this lovely world, and to Lilium who made me think most about the impact of my work.
+Thanks, as always, to the polycule, who have been endlessly supportive. Thanks as well as to Tomash, Ellen, Andréa, and all the rest of the Post-Self community, who have helped build this lovely world, and to Lilium who made me think most about the impact of my work.
 
-Thanks also to my patrons:
+Thanks also to Madison's patrons:
 
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