Monday, September 24, 2012

I was with old high school friends and we went on a trip to a resort or retreat. We had just arrived. Everyone was coupled together for the room assignments. There was something weird about our trip: our friend Jay was still alive. Time had rewinded and all of us knew he was going to die on a specific date. When he was occupied with something, we talked amongst ourselves whether we should tell him he was going to die, or tried to prevent his death ourselves. I told them my worry that he might still end up dying if the original method doesn't kill him.

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