None of this has happened yet. I’m still sitting on the train imagining the future. But why is it that it seems like it’s already happened? Like it’s happened thousands of times before, that it always will happen, like a piece of CCTV footage of the city, stuck on a loop. She’s still resting her head on my shoulder, and all I can think about is whether we have any control over our lives. How can I change the future? Because what is fate, but that moment when you’re playing the computer on the hardest difficulty setting, you’ve run out of life force and you make that one mistake. It’s those
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