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Time travel is invented...

I saw myself, young and frail.
We walked the same small town path.
She was on her trike, concentration etched into the contours of her face.
She was me, twenty years ago.
She is me.
This is my chance.
I pull out the gun,
press it to her temple,
ignore her eyes,
pull the trigger,
and float like dust into the breeze,
still aching.

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