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Mathias warns me to not open it. “Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Tawny flips the simple catch on the box and opens the lid. Inside is a single leather-bound book, about five or six inches thick, with pressed paper. The book was indeed old. I lift the book out, place it next to the box it came in and open the cover. “Well, that sucks,” Clicking her tongue and throwing her hands on her hips, Tawny says, “Are all the pages written in code?”

The tough decisions were Helen's to make. The following day, Chloe strode into the office and handed in her resignation. When she got home, she began to sift through the mountain of photos that chronicled the trio's shared history. Over twenty years of friendship had produced album after album of memories. Childhood games of house with Andrew and Stephen, middle school award ceremonies, college road trips... Each photo brought the past to life, as if she could step right back into those moments. However, those days were gone, and they did not matter anymore.

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"She was spacing out, then when she finally snapped out of it, she asked for her mom." "But didn't her mom die long ago when Jo was like six?" Rex states. I nod my head. "Yeah, it was obscured when she mentioned going to ballet lessons, which she stopped and hated after two months, but then it hit me. Jo thinks she is five years old." "How is that even possible? You must hit your head or something to return to the past."

About Rick. Eli didn’t laugh. He didn’t interrupt. He just stared, wide-eyed, as if she were speaking in another language. When she finally fell silent, breathless, he whispered, “Ava… do you hear yourself? You’re saying… you’re saying you met you. From the future.” “Yes.” Her voice cracked. “I know it sounds insane. But it’s real. The letters are real.” Eli’s hands tightened on the chains of the swing. “Do you have them? The letters?”

The remote felt heavy in my pocket, a promise and a weapon. I remembered every filthy second from earlier; how she’d lifted the dress in front of me, her cheeks burning, and inserted the thick toy inside her slick opening. The tiny whimper that had slipped from her lips when it filled her. The way her thighs had quivered. My dick had been aching ever since, half-hard and pressing against my zipper. Five years. Five fucking years. And one look at her still had me forgetting my own name.

“So, have you read any new books yet?” “Nope..” “Oh.. Are you not done with the one you were reading last school year?” “Hmm? Those. I’ve finished all of the seven books.” “What do you think about it?” “It was good. Those who loved it would forever love the books for sure.” She shrugged. She didn’t want to say too much as that would be one big spoiler. She was from the future so she knew things that they are yet to know. She didn’t want to take away that experience from them.

Not only that, but also printed in a hardcover book. Ethan’s friend peered before pointing toward the book. “Can you please check the date for me?” I eyed the bold font at the bottom, the grip on the book tightening, air trapped inside my lungs. Slowly I looked up, “I-It’s fifty years old.” Ethan gulped. “H-How?” “So now that we got it covered, I hope you are convinced that I won’t be making up anything.” “I am.” I eagerly bobbed my head.

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They agreed and left without a second glance, with laughter and music drifting from the courtyard as I lay gasping in the dirt like a dying dog. I curled my hand into a fist with the last of my strength. For the first time in years, a strange calm settled over me. I knew I would find a way out, I would leave this place, and every single thing they had done to me over the past five years would be paid back. Not once, not twice, but a thousand times over!