From 9a2e2a9c3e0396f956381b8ee4af80fe3e8cf652 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Mon, 2 Mar 2015 18:31:47 -0700
Subject: Add thing class to pieces in template; recompile

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 statements-frag.html | 2 +-
 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-)

(limited to 'statements-frag.html')

diff --git a/statements-frag.html b/statements-frag.html
index 0614de8..6b7c178 100644
--- a/statements-frag.html
+++ b/statements-frag.html
@@ -24,7 +24,7 @@
         <h1 class="subtitle">a fragment</h1>
                     </header>
 
-    <section class="prose">
+    <section class="thing prose">
     <h2 id="i.-eli" class="unnumbered">I. Eli</h2>
     <p>“Can one truly describe an emotion?” Eli asked me over the walkie-talkie. He was in the bathroom, &amp; had taken the walkie-talkie in with him absent-mindedly. I could hear sounds of his piss hitting the toilet water.</p>
     <p>“I can hear you peeing,” I said. He didn’t answer so I said in apology, “It’s okay. Humans are sexually dimorphic.” I was sitting on my blue baby blanket texting Jon, who was funny and amicable over the phone. He made a three-message joke about greedy lawyers and I would have been laughing if not for my embarrassment toward Eli. He finally came out of the bathroom and kept his eyes straight ahead, toward the wall calendar and not at me, as he passed through the family room into his bedroom, were he shut the door quietly. Presently I heard some muffled noise as he turned on his iPod. I guessed he didn’t feel like talking so I stayed on my blanket watching the <em>Price is Right</em> and texting Jon.</p>
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cgit 1.4.1-21-gabe81