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『 sixty-four or something 』
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DELORES NEVER ACTUALLY knew what she believed in.
She didn't know what to believe since her head always spun around and she threw up in the most random moments.
One time Delores and her mother were in a hotel in Colorado and the man at the front desk had a dog. Delores stared at the dog while her mother petted it.
Then she turned away and threw up into a plant— which only worsened her sickness at the familiarity of it all.
Delores had to hold down her vomit while Five rambled on about some 'past timeline' that Delores could almost remember.
"No way." whisper-shouted at Five, as he continued to add to the timeline that he wrote onto the small page of his notebook.
The two had now had five cups of coffee each, and three plates of fries— and too much time had passed. Delores knew that because every now and then someone would come in and eat, so obviously it was nearing sunrise.
The stories made Delores so sick that she had to ask the waitress if she had any Dramamine— and she did end up having some, and gave Delores the medicine.
The medicine was barely enough to keep Delores from keeping the fries and coffee in her stomach. Plus the dizzy sensation in her head didn't stop as she was told stories.
She could almost remember living in each of the stories, and remember the feelings of being in the moment.
It was really bizarre.
"I mean, yeah." Five responded as he added another thing to the list on the small timeline he scribbled onto the page.
He was left-handed. Delores never knew that, but she made a mental note.
"So, wait-" Delores shook her head, and took another sip of her coffee, then pressed her finger on the page of the book, "Phoenix- or technically me, used to have special abilities?"
"Like- like, a superhero in a movie kind of shirt?" she asked, and furrowed her eyebrows at Five, "And then we made out in a hallway of a hotel while the world was ended, plus we were both shitfaced drunk- oh! And you're fifty-eight." she tried to summarize, pulling her hand from the book.
