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it had an impact on the letter when I changed things.”

    She stood up.

    “Where are you going?”

    “The fridge,” she said simply. “I’ll be right back.”

    I watched her walk away, realizing for the first time how mesmerizing a pair of jeans could be. I wished I could relive that moment over and over again. Though I tried to make it happen, it didn’t. She came back with a pile of papers in her hands. She sat down again.

    “These?”

    “That’s them,” I said. I watched her as she read, waiting for her to reach the part that called for her execution.

    “A shovel, huh?” she said when she was finished. “You know, if I didn’t trust you, I’d be worried that you were going to off me right now.”

    “Nope. I refuse to do it,” I said. “That’s why I’m changing things.”

    “Good call,” she said. “Well, at least we’ve got a future together. I can stop worrying if we took things too fast so long as everything works out alright in the end.”

    “There’s that. You want the rest?” I asked.

    She furrowed her brow. “There’s more?”

    “Yeah, the strange part is coming up.” I said, cringing at the confused look on her face. “So, you remember the part of the letter where I say that I don’t know how well my selves will react in each other’s company?”

    She nodded. I pointed to the broken window.

    “Wow. What the fuck happened? How did I not see that?” She went over to the window, examining it briefly.

    “Well, I came into the living room to find myself making that video.”

    “Like you didn’t know what was happening? And you were just making a video?” she asked, baffled. “That’s odd.”

    “Nope,” I said. “I was watching TV. I stood up and turned around to find someone sitting at my computer. Upon further examination, I found that it was myself making the video I had watched earlier.”

    “There were two of you?”

    “There were two of me.”

    “That’s incredible,” she said. “What’d you do?”

    “Well, I asked him—me—what he was doing. He got pissed because I interrupted him, and things got physical. He ended up going out the window.”

    “You threw him out the window?”

    “He was asking for it,” I said defensively.

    “That can’t be good,” she said.

    “You know, it didn’t seem to matter. I turned around and another one was there.”

    “Another one?” she asked. “Did you throw him out the window, too?”

    “Hell yes,” I said.

    “And did you turn around to find another one?”

    I nodded.

    “And you threw him out the window?”

    “Well, that would have just been more of the same, right?” I said. “I whacked him with the shovel.”

    “The shovel from the closet?” she asked. “The shovel your future self put there to take care of me?”

    “That’s the one.”

    “The one on the floor over there?”

    “Yep,” I said.

    She crossed the room and inspected the implement in question. “There’s blood on it,” she stated plainly.

    “There should be. I smashed that fucker good.”

    “And where is he now?”

    “They disappear when they die,” I said. “It’s odd.”

    “So, why is there blood on the shovel? Wouldn’t it disappear with the body?”

    “I don’t know,” I said. “That is strange.” I stood up and walked over to her, crouching down alongside her. Ashley scooted away from me, towards the door.

    “Where are you going?” I asked, alarmed.

    “Um, I forgot something at home. I’m just going to pop out for a second. Be right back,” she said, edging closer to the exit.

    “You think I’m going to hurt you,” I said, not even trying to hide the offense.

    “No, I, uh, I forgot something. Honestly.”

    “Why would I want to do that? You’re beautiful and wonderful. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” I did what I could to plead with my eyes. Her face registered only fear.

    “Please don’t go. I swear to you, I will never, ever hurt