Time is weird, so is science
AuN: YEAH! HI! Today didn’t forget I was posting today (I did...) Uh, so here!
Warnings: crying, shouting, swearing, small injuries, mistaken relationship (??)
Word count: 5110
Summary: Logan sighed. He had been at this for a few days straight, often forgetting to eat unless someone reminded him. He was only doing this so the other scientists would stop laughing at his theories during meetings. BOOM! A large crack appeared in the middle of the room. “Holy sh—” He was cut off by a deafening screech as he was sucked through this… bizarre thing, and to the other side. Can Logan perfect his theory and make it back?
@ts-storytime
Lovely artist: @logicallycorrected
Beautiful beta: @nottodaylogic
Logan
The lab was grey in the darkness, white tables were barely visible under the mixture of tattered paper and lab tubes, stained every colour of the rainbow. The only noise was the loud pulse of Logan’s heartbeat. ‘Of course, I just had to try and do THIS, this impossible feat never before conquered by ANYONE.’
Logan sighed. He had been at this for a few days straight, often forgetting to eat unless someone reminded him. He was only doing this so the other scientists would stop laughing at his theories during meetings. Logan ran his fingers, warm with rapidly moving blood, through his hair as he tried to calm himself from the stress and anger he was feeling. “Okay, okay. Maybe if I try the, hmm, and this.” He picked up a red tube and added it to his concoction.
BOOM! A large crack appeared in the middle of the room. “Holy sh—”
He was cut off by a deafening screech as he was sucked through this… bizarre thing, and to the other side.
He was blinded by the brightest light he’d seen in a long time. After spending days in the lab alone with little to no sunlight it was almost a new sensation on his body. He paused as his eyes came into focus. A cold rush of air blew up into his face followed by the smell of fresh bread, whirling into his face.
Roman
Roman awoke with a start and rubbed his eyes. He immediately donned the clothes he had prepared last night, a light suit with tattered patches. The white shirt had a slightly torn, pointed collar hanging over his rough red tie. He stretched and put a hand over his mouth. As he turned to face the door to the hall, he almost screamed at the sight in the mirror hanging on the door frame.
“My hair! I can’t show up to work like this.” Roman reached for the brush and started carefully styling his hair into a wave-like style, almost floating above his head.
Despite the close call, once he actually got to work, it actually started off as a pretty normal day for Roman. He had a few annoying customers at the bank, but it was a fairly slow day anyway. He was on his way back home when he saw a large flash of light and a man appeared. Out of nowhere.
A man with dark brown hair wearing a long white… was it a robe? “What just happened, who are you and what ARE you wearing?”
There were a few shops around, mostly cafes (probably where the bread smell is coming from, I wonder how much it would cost, it smells so good) and others of the sort. There were some people around, but none had seemed to notice the sudden appearance.
“Salutations. My name is Logan. I’m not sure where I am, do you know?”
“Umm, we’re in New York. What happened with the weird light and the—well, you?”
“I believe I have time travelled to the past or the present in your case. May I ask what the year is?”
“Finally something interesting! Oh, It's like May in 1927.”
Logan's eyes widened as he came to a sudden realisation.
“Something wrong? You look a bit tense.”
“I went back 90 years. Oh, something’s wrong. I knew what I was doing but I didn't think it was entirely possible. My colleagues are going to be so worried.” More to himself than anything, he added, “They might steal my work. I need to get back.”
“You’re from 90 YEARS IN THE FUTURE?!” Roman grabbed me Logan’s hand and ran to his house just down the street, slamming the door behind him when they entered. “So, first things first, am I like a big deal in the future?”
“Really, that's your first question.” Logan rolled his eyes when it seemed Roman was entirely serious. “Sigh. I honestly don’t know, I didn’t get out much.”
“Okay, did you just say sigh?” Logan just stared blankly at Roman until he continued. “Next up, how are we getting you back to your time?”
“We? I was planning to do this alone so there are no...” He looked Roman up and down. “Complications.”
“Ugh, rude. I know my way around here I can help and I’m pretty sure you don’t own a house ninety years in the past. Please let me help! My life is soooooo boring.” Roman shook Logan, begging the other to let him help.
“Fine.”
Over the next few hours, Logan started explaining what he needed to get back. Roman barely understood half of what Logan was saying, understandably as one was a scientist and the other was not. Soon it was 10 pm and they were both very tired from the previous events, so Logan borrowed some of Romans pyjamas and they both fell asleep, Logan on the sofa and Roman in his bed.
The next day was a Saturday so Logan and Roman had plenty of time to gather everything they needed. It was only a matter of making the concoction and getting back to Logan’s own time.
It had reached November by the time they had finished it. The potion swirled with oranges and yellows practically glowing, even in the light.
“We almost did it, oh yeah!” Roman started dancing wildly around the once clean room, now covered in different shades of the rainbow as the light shone through the tubes.
“We’ve almost done it. And be careful, you’re going to knock over my hard work.”
“Rude, we did this together.”
“I did most of it though. Changing the subject, I just need to figure out what to put in to go forward to my time.”
“Ooh, ooh, try the red thingy! It looks really cool.”
“NO!” Roman stepped back in shock. “Sorry for raising my voice but that’s how I got here in the first place. I’ll use this one instead.” Logan grabbed a tube filled with light blue and purple and poured it into the mixture. A sudden flash of light later and both Roman and Logan were somewhere new, sweating in the immense heat that had just blasted into them.
Patton and Virgil
Virgil awoke to the smell of honey and warm bread. “Nooooo, it’s too early,” he whispered.
“Oh, hey Virge, you’re up… kinda.” Patton shook Virgil gently. “Come on it's already 9, you have to do your duties.” A slight chuckle came from Patton.
“Ha, ha very funny.” Virgil rolled over and yawned. “You know how much I hate this.” Virgil started to get dressed into his tattered linen clothes; he was often pressured into getting something more princely but always refused.
He looked around the room. It was bare apart from a few paintings of the family and the two beds, one that Patton had decorated with teddy bears he had gotten over the years. Their mum always looked so elegant in the paintings, however, their dad looked annoyed with having to stay in the same position for so long that he almost looked like a teenager annoyed at his parents.
“Yeah, I know but you have to get ready to become the pharaoh sooner or later, so either way it’s going to happen.” Virgil frowned a bit at that “Okay, we need to go to breakfast. You coming?”
“Fine, fine.” Virgil and Patton left the room together trying to navigate the twists and turns of the temple. The walls smelt earthy and were covered in ornate golden swirls.
As they entered the dining room the servants escorted them to their cushioned seats and served them sweet honey bread and delicate meats. Virgil just played with his food as his parents dragged on about him being late for breakfast and what duties he had.
“Please stop playing with your food and actually eat it,” His mother sighed.
“Whatever, mum.” Virgil stood up and started walking out of the room.
“Get back here, we haven’t finished this conversation.” Virgil paused and turned back toward his family, leaning on the door frame, knowing if he didn’t finish this conversation now, he would have to later. Virgil had heard this lecture a hundred times, so he already knew what was coming.
“You know we love you, but you have to start taking your duties seriously if you want to be a good pharaoh and stop leaning on the walls you’re going to ruin your clothes.” Virgil mouthed the words simultaneously with his mother.
Patton wasn’t paying attention to the conversation instead choosing to focus more on his food.
“I’m gonna go now. Bye.” Virgil left and tried to politely wave off the servants trying to escort him to his lessons. Patton stopped eating and ran off to Virgil. “I’m fine Pat,” Virgil insisted before Patton could ask.
“I know you’re not. Come on, I hate it when you, mum and dad fight.”
“Didn’t count as a fight Pat. Just a disagreement.”
“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I’m not gonna make my special dessert tonight.” Virgil groaned and crossed his arms slightly curling in on himself, pouting. Patton just giggled. “Viiirge, Virgyyy, Virrrge.” Patton poked Virgil as he dramatically whined. “Oh, no. Have I upset my prince, talk to me, brother!”
“My prince?” Virgil chuckled.
“Yay! Words from my dark strange son!”
“We’re brothers, you are not my dad, you’re, like, less than a year younger than me.”
They walked the rest of the way chuckling as Patton mimicked his parents in an attempt to keep Virgil’s spirits up. Virgil was very prone to anxiety, stress and guilt and Patton often helped him find coping mechanisms or just keeping him happy.
The main lesson today was camel riding (they were better in the sweltering heat than horses). Virgil hated it, he always fell off at least once, Patton, however, could ride for days without falling. He loved all animals, even if he was allergic to some of them.
Virgil could only last in the heat for four hours before he had to go inside or risk heatstroke. Patton could last a little bit longer before he needed to go inside too.
It had been yet another unsuccessful camel riding lesson for Virgil, earning him a record-breaking seven times falling off in various fashions. He now had several bruises and a small scratch on his elbow. After swatting off Patton, insisting he was fine, Virgil walked most of the way to the throne room before a large flash of light and the sudden appearance of two men he’d never seen before.
Virgil swore very loudly. “Osiris help me. What happened? Give me a minute.” Virgil panted, leaning one hand against the wall as support. Roman and Logan looked at each other with looks of confusion and worry. This was not where they were supposed to be. “Okay, okay, I’m good now. Now onto the matter at hand. WHO ARE YOU!?”
“Stop shouting, you’ll draw attention to us.” Roman stage whispered as Logan glanced around the hall to make sure there were no other people.
“We’re good.” Logan whispered to Roman as he started heading towards the room closest to them, yanking a now worried Virgil behind him.
“LET GO OF ME!” Virgil tugged his arm back once in the room. luckily, the room they entered was just a spare bedroom. “Who are you, I’ll get the guards.”
“Good luck getting out of this room.” Roman moved in front of the door.
“Okay, I’m sure we can talk about this. Roman lower your protective stance, there’s not much point guarding the door.”
“How do we know we can trust him, hmm?” Roman said not moving.
“Because, clearly, he’s afraid. Look at him. It’s not like he could do anything anyway.”
Virgil looked annoyed. “Don’t underestimate me.”
“See, he’s threatening us right now!”
“Sorry about him.” Logan gestured towards Roman.
“Hey.”
“Roman, stop whining. May I know your name?”
“Only if you tell me yours.”
“I’m Logan and, as I believe I said earlier, this is Roman.” Logan said indicating whom he was talking about.
Don’t trust anyone. especially with your identity These words rattled around Virgils head, his father had told him this ages ago and it had always stuck with him.
“Okay. I’m…. Anxiety.”
“Huh, that’s a weird name.”
Logan sighed. “Roman, shut up. We need to know what the date is, if you would be so kind?”
Virgil furrowed his brow. “1557, I think.” Logan stared at Virgil, eyes wide in worry.
“We only went back a few hundred years, and we already know all of the stuff we need so why do you look so worried?”
“I don’t think we just went back a few hundred years’. Ancient Egypt was in the B.C’s which means we went back over a thousand years. We might not have the stuff available to fix this.” Logan’s eyes started leaking tears. “I’m never going to be able to go home. I never told my family I loved them and now I’m going to be stuck here forever or die!” Roman was shook. He, in the few months he’d known Logan, had never seen Logan cry.
Virgil shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “I can get him some support if you let me leave. I know a person who is amazing at feelings and that stuff. Let me get some help.”
Roman nodded and moved to a dusty bed, his own mind was racing now with similar thoughts. When Virgil returned he now saw Roman crying too.
“Okay, Pat, do your thing.” Patton nodded and lifted Logan to the bed so he could hug both of them. He let them cry on him until their tear ducts were empty. Logan stood up after removing himself from the hug, adjusted his tie and wiped his eyes.
“Sorry for that.”
“Why are you apologizing kiddo?”
“I caused an inconvenience.”
Roman finally stood up too and fixed his clothing. “You never cry. To be honest I was starting to think you were a machine. Good to know you have emotions.” Logan jokingly scoffed, he was kind of used to it at this point.
“You not going to introduce me to your friends, kiddo?” Patton turned towards Virgil.
“Patton, meet Logan and Roman. Logan, Roman, meet Patton. My brother.”
“Salutations.” Logan adjusted his glasses. “Apologies, Patton, Anxiety. But we must be going if we are to return to our own time..s.”
“Where are you going to sleep? What are you going to eat? I can’t let my kiddos starve.”
“Kiddos?” Logan stared at Patton, ignoring the questions for the time being. “I am unfamiliar with this term.”
“Don't tell me the word kiddo doesn't exist in the future!”
Logan shrugged, “I’m not sure. I’ve never heard it before but I didn’t, as they say, ‘get out much’.”
“Me neither. The outside world is much too scary.” Virgil shuddered.
“Not so much scary as annoying. And I had no friends to go anywhere with.”
“That’s so sad!” Patton hugs a very awkward Logan.
“Shouldn’t have told him that…” Virgil mutters, not making any move to help Logan. “Well, you’re my friend now, and I will help you get home. but you’re staying with me.” Logan tries to dislodge himself from the hug, but fails.
“There isn’t much point in friendship, I’d rather not.”
“Too bad! We’re friends now and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Logan sighs and accepts his fate.
Patton releases Logan. “You kiddos feeling better?” Roman nods and Logan regains his neutral expression.
“Yes.”
The next week isn’t completely without its troubles. They almost get caught several times and Virgil returns to the room they agreed to meet at to work on the project, groaning and refusing to help sometimes after arguments with his parents. By the time the week has ended they have gathered all the things they need. Logan sits, trying to concentrate on the potion as Roman sings loudly and Patton makes jokes in the background. He almost drops the vial he was holding when Roman belts out a note. “Shut up!”
Everyone freezes. “I’m trying to get us back to our times and your loud, annoying displays aren’t helping! I want to go home…” Patton steps closer as Logan sniffles, even if he was ignored back then, at least he was happy. He had a family, and a nice home and a cat that made sure he was taking care of himself. Emile...he missed Emile so much, that special tabby cat…
Logan felt tears prick at his eyes. “what if we never get home?..” The dam broke as Logan sobbed into his arms. “Aw, kiddo...you’re going to get home. I know you will!”
“But I might not… I should have just listened to them when they said I wasn’t good enough..”
“Who said that?! I will destroy them!!” Roman grabs a pen Logan had on the table and holds it as if it were a weapon.
Logan takes his pen back. “Careful, you’re not a professional in murder.”
“.....” the whole group falls silent as they stare at Logan. “and you are?...”
Logan shrugs. “I’ve read books, hurt a few people.”
They stare in disbelief at him. “That’s interesting..”
“Self defense is important and now I can be either FBI or an assassin when I’m done with my current career.”
“What’s an FBI?”
“Federal Bureau of Investigation.” The three pretend to have understood that with small nods and noises of agreement. Logan isn’t falling for any of it but he’s going to ignore it as these people won’t ever see it. “Can we just try to get back to our own times?”
“I guess, but I’m gonna miss you kiddo’s.” Logan nods in agreement, sighing quietly as he picks back up the concoction and the dark blue vial. “I guess we should say goodbye before I do this?”
Virgil doesn’t speak, not wanting to say goodbye, and hugs Logan gently instead before walking over to Roman and hugging him too. Patton did the same and Logan did nothing, not wanting to drop the important liquids he was holding. Roman, in true Roman style, sang a goodbye song before Logan poured the blue into the mixture of swirling colours.The rift reopened and sucked Logan in.
Back to the future
He smiled widely as he looked around at the lab only for his jaw to drop at the sight of tunic clad Patton and Virgil and suit covered Roman to be standing there to. Logan dropped is head into his hands, sighing. “Do I have to do this again?..”
“What’s wrong with being around me?” Roman swoops his hair back, smiling. “Although, this isn’t my home..” He looks around confused as Patton hums and opens the blinds. Logan looks up, hissing at the sudden light only to freeze at the floating cars outside.
Virgil starts shaking, new place, cold place, no. Need to leave, not safe. Roman picks up Virgil, who’d fallen to the floor, and holds him to his chest, letting the other listen to his steady heartbeat as Virgil slowly calms down.
“Where are we?”
“I believe we have gone too far in time, into the future.” Logan pushes up his glasses, acting calm. Patton giggles and claps. “That’s so weird! I think it’s cool too though. What are those?” He points the the hovering vehicles outside.
“Updated cars.” Logan fixes his tie and smiles as Emile, the cat, walks into the lab. He’s older than he used to be, but still has the same kind presence as he brushes up against Logan’s leg, who leans down and picks him up in response.
Patton walks over, about to pet the cat before Virgil jumps off Roman and stands in front of him. “No, Pat. No. You can’t.” Patton sighs and pouts.
“Pwease!” Virgil shakes his head.
“Fine, then can we find some doggo’s to pet?” Patton perks up at the thought.
Logan puts Emile back down after nuzzling him and nods. “Emi can stay here, he knows how to look after himself anyway.” He starts walking out of the lab, to the outside with Roman, Patton and Virgil following.
Logan looks around, admiring the faster technology. Patton just looks around for dogs with Virgil. Roman put his arm on Logan’s shoulder. “So, you gonna show us what this is or not?”
Logan is about to respond, only to be frozen at a sudden shout of his name by a complete stranger. The whole crowd of people look over and suddenly Logan and his friends are surrounded as they try to get him away. “WHAT THE HELL!?!” Logan clings to Roman and Patton who try to pull him back into the lab with Virgil shaking at the loud screams and cheers.
Virgil is the first to get back inside, followed by Logan, then Roman and Patton who shut the doors quickly. Logan’s shirt is ruffled, with his collar half and tie loose. His hair is a big mess, fluffing out all over the place, with his glasses lopsided. “What the hell..” Logan quickly fixes his glasses, shirt and tie before searching for a mirror, only to be handed one by Roman. Of course he always carries a mirror on him.
Logan fixes his hair, pushing it back to its previous position before giving the mirror back and closing the blinds on the large crowd. “Heckity heck, five abs and one peck.” Roman sighs, shaking his head slightly.
“What?” Logan stares at Roman in confusion.
“Oh it’s just something I use to make sure everyone else is as confused as me.” Roman shrugged slightly. “Where is the light? It’s dark.”
Logan sighs and snaps his fingers to create a sudden glow from all the corners and centre of the room. “A little trick I designed years ago.” He walks over to one of the glowing things to show it’s a mini aquarium filled with tiny sharks, all glowing in the dark.
Patton’s excited squeal was expected as he rushed over to one of the tanks and sat down, watching them move about in the water. “Pwetty...” Virgil sits by Patton and leans on him, calming down from the panic the crowd caused.
Roman hums looking around. “Hey, Lo. Did we stand out because of the weird clothes they were all wearing and we aren’t?”
Logan freezes for a moment before nodding. “That could be it, however I did hear someone ask ‘how does it feel to be famous for inventing time travel?’ so I may very well draw a lot of attention just by being me.” He sighs and walks over to a draw in the corner of the room before throwing a white button up shirt, red jacket and black jeans. “Put those on.”
“Hey!” Roman caught them and went to throw something back at Logan before realising he had no idea what any of this did, so he probably shouldn’t throw anything around.
Logan walked over to Patton and Virgil, after some consideration and handed them a pair of jeans each, a ripped shirt, a polo, a grey cardigan and an oversized hoodie. Logan made it a point to have extra of his outfits, as well as anything anyone else might need.
Patton and Virgil got changed in one corner while Roman got changed in another, Logan looking away to give them all privacy. They took a while, not used to this kind of clothing, but when they were finally dressed the outfits suited them well. Virgil was able to hide into the hoodie, Patton was in a bright blue that perfectly fit his personality and Roman was checking himself out in his mirror.
Logan rolled his eyes and peeked through the blinds to see if the crowd had left. They hadn’t, of course. Logan sighs and walks out past the lab and into a smaller room, grabbing a bowl and some cereal. “We might be stuck here for a while.” He sighs quietly and makes the cereal before eating it and closing his eyes to think.
If you knew Logan well, and these three did, you would know there are only 2 times Logan’s eyes are closed for more than needed. Reason one: He’s asleep or, reason two: He’s thinking. He’s thinking so much the rest of the world isn’t there.
Patton skips around the lab, waiting for Logan to come back so he can see what he’s allowed to do. He takes a while, he usually does, before walking back into the lab, smiling. “Pat and Ro, can you go out the front and say I’ve left? Virge, follow me.” He smirks and takes Virgil’s hand without an explanation before leading him down, past the smaller room, down a hallway and into a secret passage.
Roman and Patton were confused but went outside anyway, once the other two had left. “I’m sorry but Lo..gan left! You can all leave now!” Patton smiles softly as he speaks. “How do we know you’re not lying? You are his boyfriends, you two and the dark one.”
Roman stifled giggles before bursting into laughter. “You think I’m dating that nerd! No, no, no, no, no, he’s aro and definitely not my type.” Patton laughs along, nodding. “I’m not even a boy! I can’t be dating Ro!”
“You’re not?” Patton freezes and gulps, shaking his head as the crowd disappeared to them both. “I’m not really any gender...I don’t know if there’s a word for it though..” Roman nods slightly, jumping at the sudden shout of “Non-binary” from the crowd. Someone stepped forward, a smaller person following behind. The first wore an orange beanie and the other wore makeup. “Joan.” The first one said. “I go by they/them and I’m non-binary.”
The second speaks up, even if it’s quieter. “I’m Tayln, also a they/them nb.” Patton froze, starting to smile. “Non-binary? So not a boy or girl?..” Talyn and Joan nod as Patton starts clapping, the crowd mostly gone. “Non-binary! That’s me! I’m that!”
Roman smiles at his happy, bouncing cardigan clad friend. “So, are you gonna go by they/them too?” Patton shakes his head.
“I like he/him.” Roman nods slightly and lightly pats Patton’s back. “Glad you found who you are.”
Patton hums as he walks around outside, too happy to remember what the next step was. He skips straight into Logan anyway, smiling, Roman close behind. “Logie! I found it out!” Logan is confused as he sighs, Virgil’s hiding behind him but he comes out when he sees Patton. “What?”
“Non-binary! I’m non-binary!” Patton jumped around, making Virgil smile slightly. It’s a rare thing, but that just makes it more beautiful. “Oh, are you changing your pronouns then?”
“What?”
“He/him, she/her, they/them, xe/xir. They’re all pronouns.” Logan sighs quietly, letting a slight smile slip. All of them liked seeing Patton happy and they would protect him at all costs. “Oh. No, I’m still a he/him, I just don’t get the whole gender thingy.” They all nod. “Great..” Virgil hugs Patton quickly before looking away and catching sight of a grocery store. “What’s that?”
Logan looks over. “Why don’t I show you?” He takes a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket and puts them on, placing his normal glasses into his pocket (but he can still see and it is baffling the others), loosening his tie and putting on a leather jacket he’d grabbed on his way out. “This is uncomfortable.” He sighs and walks across the street and into the store, getting a few looks but no one seemed to notice him.
Virgil hid in his new hoodie as they walked, Patton skipping alongside and Roman humming. Logan looked around the store, smiling widely once he found the crofters. “Oh thank the gods, they still have crofters.” He looks across the labels and freezes. “and they have one named after me..” He picks up a flavour named ‘Logans berry’ and drops it in the shopping basket he’d grabbed on the way in.
Virgil and Patton had disappeared, distracted by a small section with fluffy animals in bright or dark colours. Roman sighs and takes Logan’s hand, dragging him along to the others. Virgil was hugging a black bat while Patton was holding a puppy teddy close. “Can we get them? Please!!”
Logan nods, who can deny Patton’s perfect puppy dog eyes next to a puppy teddy? He just hopes he has enough money as he gets the usual things he’d get to last the week only four times as much as now he had four people to look after instead of just himself. Roman, Patton and Virgil were looking around in wonder. Patton and Virgil had never seen a light or a wall like the ones they had. Roman was mainly checking himself out in every reflective surface he could find.
Logan sighs as he takes Patton’s hand, who was holding Virgil’s hand, and starts walking over to the cashier to pay, leaving Roman to fend for himself. He swipes his credit card, only to freezes and try to cover the name showing up on the screen. “Are you really?! Oh my gosh! I’m such a big fan!”
Logan groans quietly. “I’ll do anything, just shut up. You’re going to draw attention.” Virgil hugs his new black bat teddy close, smiling softly.
The cashier nods slightly and takes out some paper, holding it and a pen out to Logan. “Can I get an autograph?” Logan rolls his eyes as he does what the person asked and gives them back their things before leaving, Roman finally noticing the others weren’t around any more and following them out.
Logan sighs quietly and rushes back to the lab with the others. “I need to change that…” Virgil never lets go of the bat, always nuzzling or flying it around. It’s like he’s getting the childhood he was never able to have. “Change what, kiddo?”
“My card shows my name and I don’t want...that to happen again.” Logan says, referencing the crowd situation as he puts the food away and gets some water and cat food out for Emile, petting him gently as he walks over to eat. Patton nods slightly, smiling at Virgil.
Roman smiles at the little squeaks and bleps Virgil does as he flies the bat around. Logan takes out his phone and starts videoing it, saving it so they can all smile and have a happy memory to look on in the future. The future’s future…
Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
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