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The Other Hand on the Wheel

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They open the slip together and the ink is rewriting itself as they watch, the date crawling forward one minute at a time. 'It's correcting,' the other Mara whispers. 'The loop is fixing the mistake. When the dates match, one of us stops existing.' Mara checks her watch. Two minutes to match.

Mara won't wait for the dates to match. She tears the slip in half. The ink stops crawling and bleeds off the paper into nothing. Both women look down at their hands, still there, both still breathing. 'You broke it,' the other Mara says, almost laughing. The timer on the dash just stops. No more drop, no more loop, just two women alone in a wet parking lot, free.

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