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The Other Hand on the Wheel
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As Mara lets go of the package, the other Mara grabs her wrist. 'Wait. What's the date on your slip?' Mara reads it out. The other woman goes pale. 'That's wrong. That's tomorrow. You came back too far.' The package feels suddenly heavier in the space between them.
Mara makes a choice. She shoves the package back into the other woman's hands and runs for her car. 'Wrong date means it's not my problem yet,' she shouts. 'Fix it on your end.' Behind her, the other Mara screams her name. Then the scream cuts off, mid-word, into silence. Mara doesn't look back. She drives, and the slip on her seat is blank now, like none of it ever happened to her.
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