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The next day was Friday. He sailed through work like the Flying Dutchman. The ship was moving, but nobody was at the helm.
Martin gave up. “Fantastic,” he muttered as he reset the time. “I’m the first man in history to meet himself, and I learn that I’m an ugly idiot.”
“Last night, why did you tell me wizards have to be celibate?” “I didn’t say they had to be. I just said they were,” she said without looking up. “Celibate is celibate, whether it’s deliberate or not.”
Martin realized that Phillip was using the goat to chase him around the pen. Martin yelled, “Dude! Not cool,” as he vaulted the fence. Phillip put the goat down as gently as he could, but it was difficult to do while laughing. “I really don’t appreciate being treated like that,” Martin said. “That’s all right. I appreciate it more than enough for both of us.”

