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 I laughed. "Got it in one."
 
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 I leaned back against her. "I know. I love you too."
 
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 I spent an hour out there, all told. I picked at the bench. I called out to the sheep. I walked circles around the pagoda in the gray day. I bent down, plucked a blade of grass with the intent to...I don't know, chew on it like I've seen in films, but it smelled so strongly of sheep manure that I dropped it instead and headed home to finally lay down beside Hanne and sleep.
 
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 "Not much of that to go around," I said, feeling exhaustion pulling at my cheeks, pressing at my temples. "But I guess it's all we have to go on for the time being."
 
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 "I hope so," I said. "I'm getting pretty tired of being in the dark."
 
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 Dry Grass smirked. "Yes, yes. But come, let us get back to Marsh's. This place has its uses, but I need cozy more than anything. Maybe we can gather the others for dinner."
 
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 Sedge laughed and patted her shoulder amiably. "You and me both."
 
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 I thought of so many complex emotions that had plagued me over the last few days — the memories of love, the way they clashed with my memories of distance, the memories of Lily burning up with hatred — and, finally, nodded. "Yeah. Let's see In The Wind's core, and then get out of here. Anything to help out after all this will be good."
 
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 There was silence from both of my cocladists, though I could hear that their breathing had picked up in turn. *"Well, now* there's *an idea,"* Tule said at last.
 
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 I sighed. Sleep was clearly tugging at us both, so as I surrendered to it, I murmured, "Yeah, me too."
 
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 "Much at risk socially, Reed. There is the potential for that friendship and love, yes, but also the potential for pain."
 
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 I mulled over those words, then made up my mind anyway.
 
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 Nine stories set in the days, weeks, and years following the Century Attack, written by those within the Post-Self community.
 
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 ["Game Night": <small>Joanna — 2401</small>](/stories/game-night)
 :   *Michael Miele*