Timmy thought about it all day everyday, even when he didn't want to. It haunted him, stalked him no matter what he tried. In less than two years he would lose the only real family he had ever had. It terrified him more than he wanted to admit, but he'd be damned if he couldn't weasel his way out of it. There was always a loophole. There had to be. (Yet he still ended up like this.) OR - Timmy's last days as a godchild and his first days without his memories. [A companion to my other fic, The Mundane Lingers, but can be read as a stand alone]
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