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works/fascicles/004-fytte-the-fourth/text

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-Mrs. Veliociraptor was having Mrs. Utahraptor over for some incredibly
-pleasant afternoon tea. The scones were fresh and smelled of blueberries
-and strife and the sugar-cubes were just old enough that they gave off the
-most delicate moaning noise when separated.
+There were seven brides for seven brothers. But the seven brides were
+actually matryoshki, one inside another.
 
-"Rather afraid the mice got to the cake. Left it on the lower shelves
-by mistake."
-
-"Oh, bother!" Mrs. Utahraptor replied. "That was the cake you were telling
-Mrs. Pterodactyl about, weren't you? A post-structuralist screed with a
-frosting of hedge funds?"
-
-"No. I made that cake last month for the widow of ol' Mrs. Smilodon, rest
-her soul. No, this one was a long brown one--hazelnuts, cinnamon, and
-mondegreens of songs you heard from your parents' room when you were 
-young and have never heard since."
-
-"Mrs. Deionychus has a good one. It's fear, hanging cadence and possible
-lovers who have forgotten your face and whose sudden unexpected appearance
-on the street drowns you in a flood of possible realities just out of
-reach of a time you can barely remember."
-
-"Ooh, that *was* a good one. I liked her almond, too."
-
-They talked for a while longer, but before long their speech was 
-mathematical symbols, so who knows what they were saying for sure?
+Sometimes after the brothers had too much to drink, they'd hide inside
+the bigest one and pretend they belonged on a grandmother's shelf. She
+didn't notice once.

works/fascicles/005-fytte-the-fifth/text

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-There were seven brides for seven brothers. But the seven brides were
-actually matryoshki, one inside another.
+Mrs. Veliociraptor was having Mrs. Utahraptor over for some incredibly
+pleasant afternoon tea. The scones were fresh and smelled of blueberries
+and strife and the sugar-cubes were just old enough that they gave off the
+most delicate moaning noise when separated.
 
-Sometimes after the brothers had too much to drink, they'd hide inside
-the bigest one and pretend they belonged on a grandmother's shelf. She
-didn't notice once.
+"Rather afraid the mice got to the cake. Left it on the lower shelves
+by mistake."
+
+"Oh, bother!" Mrs. Utahraptor replied. "That was the cake you were telling
+Mrs. Pterodactyl about, weren't you? A post-structuralist screed with a
+frosting of hedge funds?"
+
+"No. I made that cake last month for the widow of ol' Mrs. Smilodon, rest
+her soul. No, this one was a long brown one--hazelnuts, cinnamon, and
+mondegreens of songs you heard from your parents' room when you were 
+young and have never heard since."
+
+"Mrs. Deionychus has a good one. It's fear, hanging cadence and possible
+lovers who have forgotten your face and whose sudden unexpected appearance
+on the street drowns you in a flood of possible realities just out of
+reach of a time you can barely remember."
+
+"Ooh, that *was* a good one. I liked her almond, too."
+
+They talked for a while longer, but before long their speech was 
+mathematical symbols, so who knows what they were saying for sure?

works/pages/index/metadata.yaml

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-{ "name": "[snarky text here]"
+{ "name": "Nobody told me, and I still do not understand."
 , "category": "about"
 , "date": "today"
 , "slug": "about"