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~Rosie
Time and I returned to the cottage before darkness fell.
We are both silent, unsure of what to say to each other. I’ve just witnessed something very personal to him, and I’m still trying to decipher why he wanted me to see that. I’m assuming it is to gain my trust, but with Time, I can never be too sure. I mean, he’s an immortal, and you can never trust an immortal.
“Thankfully, I keep food stocked here, even when I’m gone,” Time tells me, opening the cupboards. I watch him skeptically, seeing him pull out a variety of canned food. He seems to notice my shocked expression. “This stuff is from the future. I don’t particularly like a diet of homemade bread and butter.”
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