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@ -89,7 +89,7 @@ At this, Motes winced.
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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?"
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"Yeah," she mumbled. "She already knew, though, she just found out one of her up-trees was still talking to me."
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"Yeah," she mumbled. "She already knew, though. She just found out one of her up-trees was still talking to me."
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"She made her own up-trees cut contact, too?" He furrowed his brow. "Aren't you guys like super-dispersionistas?"
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@ -137,7 +137,7 @@ Motes scrubbed her paws over her face to wake up more fully. "How do you mean?"
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Dry Grass smiled faintly. "I will let that slide. She is *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."
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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."
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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."
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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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