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@@ -123,7 +123,6 @@ The others both sighed, then laughed at the shared relief.
 "Thank you, my dear," Dry Grass said, reaching out to rest a hand on the skunk's forearm. "That is incredibly helpful. We may still wish to ask Waking World — if he will still speak with us, that is — but that does mean a lot."
 
 Sasha smiled and patted the back of that hand. "Of course. If I am able to soothe your worries any further, I will do so. This is, I must say, fucking bullshit."
-((Sasha and Dry Grass))
 
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