Last night I walked to Baskin Robins to get some rainbow sherbet. Mmm… it was delicious.
On the way there, I saw some graffiti scratched into some fresh cement. It caught my eye, because it was my initials. Then I noticed what was written under my initials:
It was my first name! The part after that was scratched out. Was that part my middle and last name? Did _I_ do that graffiti and just not remember it? Was I in some sort of fugue state when I did it? Did I travel in time?
Strange things are afoot at the Circle K.
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