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do to her," she repeated.
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failing so spectacularly that it amounted to something like an admission of guilt. After that, she''d pushed me again for answers. When I''d refused - or rather, gone silent - she''d threatened to go to my house, or to the watch, and tell them everything.
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they''d be the one more likely to end up in prison, or at least some sort of locked room. But in the moment, it really had felt like a serious threat. So I''d mumbled something about not being able to say anything out here and that she needed to keep her voice down, and after a terse exchange, this was what we''d ended up doing.
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Fuck you," she said, pulling back her upper lip to pour as much venom onto the second word as possible. "Stop acting like this is some everyday situation I shouldn''t be worked up over. This is insane. Do you have any idea how much of the last weeks I''ve spent wondering if I''m losing my mind? If I''m wandering into the middle of a creepy conspiracy, just trying to help my friend?"
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Her friend. Something about her putting it that way made it feel uneasy. I really didn''t have any memories of being particularly close with her, so the fact that she''d been the one to notice felt really strange.
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you''d lived," she said, as if I''d just confessed to murder.
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in her body. That is what''s going on, isn''t it? Unless you''re some freaky shape-shifter or clone or something." She rubbed her eyes. "God."
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myself.
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Research Tower | 7:34 AM | Third Day
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not leaving ourselves open to a murderer, or possibly vengeful god."
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out there that it seemed to stagger even Ran''s usual deadpan approach to interrogation. She raised her eyebrows for a second, looking baffled.
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similar events have taken place here before? Or are you literally saying that time is supernaturally going backwards."
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that, huh."
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philosophy." She crossed her arms half-way. "Doesn''t this fall apart when you consider that the logic bridges were connecting us to the real world just fine, until a few hours ago?"
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this is true, how are you able to tell us any of this? If time really is looping, and the rest of us have forgotten that, then why do you remember?"
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are being for real, then the reason you''re acting so personal with me is because of something that happened in a previous ''loop''. And you telling me you ''kept your promise'' was something to do with that, too. Is that what you expect me to guess?"
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something about what was happening, and I got the feeling we were probing at the brink of it.
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reliably consistent. And that Ophelia and the old man are almost certainly not involved. "
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