The real time-travel paradox was the friends we made along the way
She was taller than me. Prettier and with better muscle tone. Shinier hair and perfect skin and teeth. Which was odd because she claimed she was me — from the future. “Mmmmf!” I said. “Sorry about the gag. Let me loosen it.” “What the hell!? You’re here to kill me — won’t that kill you, … Read more
