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- The cold interior of the machine loomed in front of me, the coppery smell of the different metals fused together made it slightly more intimidating. My heart was pounding out of my chest and was like a ticking time bomb ready to explode with excitement. I could change her fate. The thought occured in my head over and over. A leather chair was waiting for me inside of the machine with other gadgets. My black converse squeaked on the linoleum floor as I stepped into the machine. I didnt know what would happen, hell, i dont even know how to work the time machine. it didnt matter though, I was desperate for this second chance. - The butterfly effect is a fragile system. One pencil movement could change the world as we know it. When a young man comes back from his time travels, he realized he has more than a pencil to worry about.
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