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Madison Scott-Clary
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@ -50,11 +50,6 @@ One hundred and one of her stood in that meadow. Qoheleth was gone, but there we
No, not as it should be. Not as it ought to be. There ought to be only one hundred of her there without Qoheleth, but she was of two minds/she was of two minds.
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<img src="/two-minds.png" alt="Michelle and Sasha">
<figcaption>Art by <a href="https://twitter.com/floebean" target="_blank">Floe</a>.</figcaption>
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She smiled to them/she smiled to them, and that was enough to bring them to silence. Those who had felt their amicability frowned now, picking up on the sudden anxiety of the meadow, of that green grass yellowed by dandelions.
"I am of two minds," she said/she said. Waves of Sasha/waves of Michelle rippled across her form, two identities washed through her mind, and she quelled the urge to vomit. "We are of two minds. We do not want to do this, and there is nothing more in life that we desire than to do this. There is too much in me. There is too much *of* me."

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Ey shoved her over onto the grass, laughing. "You nut."
She lay there among the grass, giggling helplessly. Among the grass where a brand new dandelion poked through the green in front of her snout. One that had not been there before.
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<img src="/shove.png" alt="You nut.">
<figcaption>Art by <a href="https://twitter.com/floebean" target="_blank">Floe</a>.</figcaption>
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"I am sorry," she said through a dry throat, then laughed. "I am having a bad day."
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<img src="/two-minds.png" alt="Michelle and Sasha">
<figcaption>Art by <a href="https://twitter.com/floebean" target="_blank">Floe</a>.</figcaption>
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Among the four in front of her, there were two expressions. The two sitting at the ends of the row looked as though they were struggling to keep from crying, and two in the middle frowned, as though tamping down some emotion that wavered between fear and disappointment.
"Anyway," Michelle/Sasha said. "I guess I just wanted to get a few of us together to confirm some thoughts that I have been having of late."