“Damn, bro. Where’d you get that facial hair. You were clean shaven as a Marine recruit a week ago,” the plain clothes cop  says to me.

“Uh… You know. Disguise,” I muster.

I’ve never been inside this building.  I’m shaking. I turn around and speed walk right out of there.

Tags: mini saga, time travel

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