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@@ -8,9 +8,9 @@ His name was Martin Rankin, and while Codrin had not read any of his works prior
 
 To prepare for the interview, ey'd read two of Rankin's books. They were not without their merit, as might any such book be that garnered so much attention, but they still took plenty of work to get through. He wrote most often about contemporary life within the System in all its deliriously boring intricacies.
 
-That said, much of his work was bound up in a sense of magical realism that was, ey had to admit, enticing. This was something that Codrin had never managed to capture emself, and so ey set aside some time to study the ways in which Rankin used surrealism to enhance the story at hand without distracting.
+That said, much of his work was bound up in a sense of magical realism that was, ey had to admit, enticing. This was something that ey had never managed to capture emself, and so ey set aside some time to study the ways in which Rankin used surrealism to enhance the story at hand without distracting.
 
-Martin Rankin was exactly as ey had expected. There was nothing about the man that did not shout Martin Rankin. He wore his identity on his face, on his chest, in the way his hands moved across the table as they talked, there at the cafe, there sitting out on the street, there sipping their drinks.
+Martin Rankin was exactly as ey had expected. There was nothing about the man that did not shout *Martin Rankin.* He wore his identity on his face, on his chest, in the way his hands moved across the table as they talked, there at the cafe, there sitting out on the street, there sipping their drinks.
 
 "So, you are the illustrious Codrin Bălan." His voice was imperious, veering dangerously close to pompous, looking over the rim of the glass appraisingly at em as he sipped grappa.
 
@@ -128,7 +128,7 @@ Dear gasped, paw to muzzle. *"A curse! Codrin! I am shocked."*
 
 "I'll get the wine," its partner said, still laughing.
 
-They gathered on the couch where Codrin could lounge against Dear with eir feet up in its partner's lap.
+They gathered on the couch where Codrin could lounge against Dear with eir feet up in their partner's lap.
 
 *"So, how was it, really? Was he really that bad?"* Dear asked.
 
@@ -144,7 +144,7 @@ Codrin laughed and poked the fox in the side. "Yeah, those things. I'm guessing
 
 "The dual text thing?" Dear's partner asked.
 
-"Yeah. Did he tell you about that?"
+"Yeah. Did you hear about that?"
 
 "Mmhm. It sounds interesting, at least on the surface. We'll have to see how the execution works out, though. It could be stupendously boring."