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The Do-Over

The Do-Over

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[BREAK BC SCHOOL IS STRESS] We've all dreamt of a do-over. A chance to go back and change our mistakes. To be able to go into the past, armed with knowledge of how the future will turn out, and apply what we know to fix a time where we didn't know. We all have hoped that, because of our nature of being human, our universe should have come with a way to go back and fix our countless mistakes. A device, a potion, something, anything to go back. Nothing like this exists in our world, but what if it did? Would we actually learn from our mistakes?
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A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the pretty ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

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