From Toledot.
She stepped into her apartment from wherever her thoughts had taken her, and she forked off a new instance, relying on that subtle trick that Jonas had taught her, letting her reputation stay pinned to where it was.
“I suppose that makes me Do I Know God After The End Waking.”
She nodded.
“Someone had to wind up with the name with a typo in it, alas.” The other skunk smirked.
“Everyone gets something, yes,” True Name said, plucking the duplicated dandelion from behind End Waking’s ear and adding it to the one already behind hers. Two suns amidst black fur.
Not me having to live with a typo in the original poem~
