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@@ -26,7 +26,7 @@ Sasha's own voice creaked as she went on. "But, even as the madness worked its a
 
 She raised a glass. "To Cicero."
 
-The crowd echoed, intent, shaky but one hundred percent present in the moment. "To Cicero"
+The crowd echoed, intent, shaky but one hundred percent present in the moment. "To Cicero."
 
 The rest of the evening was quiet, subdued. Sasha and AwDae sat with Debarre, each to one side. They supported the weasel as he cried. Cried over his twice lost partner, cried over the cruel vagaries of family which had kept him from attending the day's first funeral. They supported him with silence and listening.