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Editing some stuff that was bugging me.

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Madison Scott-Clary
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@ -54,7 +54,7 @@ The other skunk scoffed, tossing her head back, adopting a scolding tone. "Am I
Motes blew a raspberry in response. "Yes please!" Motes blew a raspberry in response. "Yes please!"
"Beholden To The Heat Of The Lamps of the Ode clade, you had best not be feeding the child gin," A Finger Pointing scolded in turn, scowling. "Beholden To The Heat Of The Lamps of the Ode clade, you had best not be feeding the child gin," A Finger Pointing scolded in turn, leaning hard into her full name. Her scowl was nevertheless patently overwrought.
"Right, virgin gin fizz it is." "Right, virgin gin fizz it is."
@ -118,7 +118,7 @@ She shrugged. "Beckoning and Muse? Slow Hours, maybe? Dry Grass? I think Warmth
"Not your boss," A Finger Pointing said lazily. "Not your boss," A Finger Pointing said lazily.
"Fine, to Time Is A Finger Pointing At Itself of the Ode clade's sourness." "Fine, to *Time* Is A Finger *Pointing* At *Itself's* sourness."
This netted her a tug on the ear, which earned a laugh in turn. This netted her a tug on the ear, which earned a laugh in turn.

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@ -92,7 +92,7 @@ It wasn't until morning came, when Beholden had slipped away for a few minutes a
"Jesus, Dot," Beholden said, frowning over the rim of her mug. She reached her free arm around the skunk's shoulders and tugged her close against her side in a hug. "I am sorry to hear that. That sounds awful." "Jesus, Dot," Beholden said, frowning over the rim of her mug. She reached her free arm around the skunk's shoulders and tugged her close against her side in a hug. "I am sorry to hear that. That sounds awful."
"It really does, my dear." A Finger Pointing leaned over to kiss at the tips of her ears. "And I think that it is demonstrably untrue that she did not not have this in her. You exist, Motes; you are absolutely my up-tree, and I know where you got it from." She smiled. "And I am absolutely her up-tree, am I not?" "It really does, my dear." A Finger Pointing leaned over to kiss at the tips of her ears. "And I think that it is demonstrably untrue that she did not not have this in her. You exist, Motes. You are absolutely my up-tree, and I know where you got it from." She smiled. "And I am absolutely her up-tree, am I not?"
Doing her best to hold still despite the ticklishness of the kisses, Motes nodded. "I know. It was just a dream. Dreams are not real." Doing her best to hold still despite the ticklishness of the kisses, Motes nodded. "I know. It was just a dream. Dreams are not real."