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“I told you it wouldn’t work. Now will you leave me alone? I’m trying to get something written.” Ken Carson sat staring at a blank Word page on the computer screen without an idea of what to type.
“We just need to refine the process.”
When the Time Traveler first appeared in Ken’s home office, he said, “Just call me Ray.” Ray was a head shorter than Ken, slender and with a face that could have have been a mix of a lot of backgrounds.
“Refine, my ass. Every time I go back, I screw things up. Sure, the first date with Barbara goes fine, the first few years of our marriage, but then I fuck it up.”
“You needed to stop drinking. That might have helped.”
“I knew that wouldn’t work when you sent me back the last time, so I broke up with her.”
“Then had a pity party, hooked up with that woman at a bar…”
She was actually a friend, which made it worse.”
“…she became pregnant, decided not to have an abortion…” Ray continued.
“I know. I was there. That’s my point. I can’t fix my past so I’m stuck in my present. No matter what I do, I make life worse.”
“Worse than it is now?”
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