in the past and in the future

in the past and in the future

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Sera 15 years old, her father made a time machine, it does look buetiful, when she acadently went inside with her nose in a book without even looking wgere she was going, she looked aroumd the place it looks like France in her history books reading about it. She looked aroumd with her black jeans, a black and gray stripped shirt on carrying a book, everyone in the cottage looked at her surprised to see a girl that wore such clothing. With everything that had happened some people would whisper about her even with her navy blue hair. She saw some men working outside she walked up to them, and asked them for what year it was, but it hit her 1600s where she was at, how would she get home?
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