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You're not dead yet. If we can't leave, neither can you.

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August 21st, 2034. It was a Monday. Mostly sunny with some showers in the afternoon. You choked on a Bavarian pretzel. But time is a loop, so you woke up back in the womb and are running it back.

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before you lived

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In this infinite reality we're already dead.

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I killed you two weeks ago, about 3:25 pm or so

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the grinding on in quiet desperation means you are still with us

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On the days of the week that start with the letter T..

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If you didn't read it in the Obits, did it really happen?