The real time-travel paradox was the friends we made along the way
[ad_1] 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 … Read more