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I have never begun a story with more misgiving.

  • I have never begun a story with more misgiving. All of this happened, more or less. It began the winter of 1966. I began what I thought was a great adventure. It's almost as if

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  • my mother purposely tried not to give birth to me. She denied me from the start, claiming she was just gaining a little weight. She dismissed her labor pains as gas, while I fought

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  • for worker rights through my psychically linked agents. It was inexpressibly more distressing than amusing to lie in a crib looking up at plastic birds, but I endured it for the ca

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  • ndlestick maker's brother who I held a candle for. He was the Union of Psychics and Necromancer's Representative on Earth and I'd look at plastic birds 24/7 for a glance from him

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  • out of any of his 37 independent eyes. He had forgone a promising career as an optometrist to study the "dark arts", much to his candle-making brother's joy. Why did I love him so?

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  • Because he put a cruse on me by killing my husband, my children, my dog, burned my house down, mixing the remains with a lock of my hair and now I love him. But I need to free

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  • the Czilli. I had no time for mixed emotions and complicated love. Steeling myself against turbulence from within and without, I set the controls for the heart of the sun.

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  • Time and space folded until my particles reached the neutrino limits. I plunged my singularity into the sun. As I approached the center, my perceptions expanded cosmically.

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  • My every quark vibrated, and then POP! It all came full circle. Matter burst, then cooled. Time rewound, then stuttered forward. The universe thanked me. I thanked it back.

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  • Unfortunately, the universe's inhabitants had other sentiments. Cursing me for their suffering, they struggled dumbly with their WMDs to undo my accident.

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