Okay, repeating a day over and over, I can accept. Sharing dreams, sure. A talking house, death rays out of nowhere, and spontaneous human combustion. All of that, fine. But how I got from Oregon to New York on one very blurry night....I think I would remember the airport. Right? Even a second sun makes more sense than all this. What the hell
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Though I'm afraid I can't tell you how ya got here. None of us really do.
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Just what I need. More military mucking around and making a general mess of things.
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