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Part 6 I don’t know how many cycles I have been through since Kat. Dozens, at least. Hundreds, probably. For the first few cycles after her, I did my best just to keep going. But after a time, something strange happened. I found myself able to forget. Not forever, and it wasn’t really forgetting. But
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Part 5 “Are you ready, baby?” Kat asked as she smoothed out my shirt. “Not really,” I responded. “But let’s do this.” “Me either,” she said with a laugh. “But yes. Let’s.” She kissed me quickly and then led me by the hand into the next room. We were at Moon’s apartment. It was their
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I coughed and groaned, blinking the dust out of my eyes. The wall I had been thrown into was a pile of rubble around me, clouds of dust and debris clogging the air. I grabbed a chunk of the rubble and pulled myself to my feet, just in time for another impact to make me
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I opened my eyes, but saw only white. The next thing I noticed was that my head hurt. A lot. I reached up to touch the sore spot, and my fingers came away wet and slick. Blood? I thought, and as my vision began to return, I saw the telltale shiny redness of blood. With
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Part 4 The next few days passed quickly. Kat had a long list of dates and activities she wanted to get through, and she was a whirlwind getting through them. We went to some local museums, restaurants, shops, and more. It felt like we just never stood still. And I was okay with that. Spending
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Part 3 From then on, Kat practically lived at my apartment. She was there nearly every night, and only really went back to her own to get clothes and things when she needed them. We spent nearly every moment that neither of us were working together, and it was incredible. I never grew tired of
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Part 2 I woke up the next morning to the smell of toast. I sat up in bed and my head throbbed. I looked to my side and Kat wasn’t there. I felt a surge of disappointment, but it quickly faded when I heard her voice from the kitchen area of my apartment. “Good morning,
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Part 1 Kat half-walked, half-dragged me down the street. I was terrified. My heart was in my throat, my cheeks were flushed, and I felt like I could barely breathe. I was so afraid of what would happen when I inevitably was dragged away from here, away from her, and that I knew I would
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My eyes snapped open, and I felt the now familiar rush as my mind adjusted to this new reality. Once I calmed myself down, I sighed and forced myself to sit up and look around. It looked like a rather typical, if somewhat cramped, studio apartment. It was a bit messy, but considering the depression
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There once was a small village in the hills. Her residents tended to their farms and their flocks and for the most part, life was fulfilling and simple. But everything changed when the dragon arrived. A great red beast, the dragon named himself lord of the land. He demanded tribute from the villagers, taking their
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