I know I have my keys. My car wasn’t broken into.  I’m brooding on this, late into the night. I cancel plans with my girlfriend.

I hear  sounds outside.

Someone’s getting into my car. I’m about to go confront the guy as the dome light inside flips on. It’s me.

Tags: mini saga, time travel

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