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May 2017
Your mother ties you up and leaves you on the train tracks. "I won't hurt you anymore after this." she says, as you hear the train approach.

"No." you say, your voice tearing a hole in time and space. You enter the hole; you are 30 minutes younger and your mother is dead. Murderer.

20 Apr 2015
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