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But back to my problem. If my messing with the fabiric of time had caused my invisibility, and things were getting more and more changed, I was getting into deeper trouble.
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And just thinking of that was giving me a splitting headache.
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Only one thing for it. I chugged down what was left of that half-spilled glass of bloody mary.
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