I’d saved every pocket money cent since my sixth birthday. Every pay cheque, even my retirement fund. All of it went toward a beat-up DeLorean and a copy of THAT script.
It took me years to build the perfect replica, the technical stuff, but eventually I got a version that worked. From that tender age of six, I’d always dreamed of seeing dinosaurs.
I admit, I giggled childishly as the energy crackled around me, sending me back. Giggled until I hit the water and started sinking. I’d forgotten that the Sahara had been ocean once. Proper preparation prevents premature passing.
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