☆ 005.
[There's a precog outside, sitting up against a tree outside, journal open next to her, pen in her hand, her tapping her foot against the ground, thinking. She picks up her journal and writes something]
[Private]
I hope Speedy is having a good time
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[She continues to write, extra-curvy t's and i's, and big dots above the i's.]
Has anyone ever wondered what forces control the universe? Do things happen because they are supposed to, or is it happenstance?