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All I had to do was perform a time-travel for the researchers at the Institute of Time Research, take a few photographs and then I would be exonerated of all charges. I hastily snapped a few photos, then, because I could feel the elastic cords of time tightening, I bent down and picked up the double cone, holding it tightly in my arms so as not to drop it during the shock when I was pulled back to the present. “Now or when I get back?”
I took another long look at her, but she didn’t really have anything appealing about her, and the few pennies she was clutching in her palm I don’t think I could have gotten enough for a martini at one of the bars I normally frequent.
