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Mixels in Time
Flain: Just workin' things a bit here and here-
Vulk: Hey Flain, what are you doing?
Flain: I'm working on a Time Machine.
Vulk: No way. A TIME MACHINE!? ARE YOU SERIOUS!?
Flain: *mumbles* All finished!
Vulk: Sweet! I really wanna go back in time! I mean, Flurr, Krader and I, We were eating those Hamalogna Sandwiches and I wanna go back in time to see us eat those sandwiches! Ready-
Flain: No wait!
Flain: What if you break it or something?
Vulk: Pfft, No we won't. What do you think we are, IDIOTS?
Flain: Uh, Yeah.
Vulk: Well yeah, that's actually kind of true.
Flain: VERY TRUE! You are idiots! I'm not letting you touch this! You'll break it for sure! You'll go through a part of time you don't even know about!
Vulk: You're right. I won't use it. *Vulk sits on a rock* I'll just sit here instead.
Flain: I'm going to show Zaptor this. Don't touch it! *Flain leaves*
Vulk: I won't. Now to go get Flurr and Krader!
*5 minutes later*
Vulk: And that is why I created my own time machin
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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