Lake Lewisia #666

If he just made the perfect first impression, he told himself, she would be his at last, and so he wound the little time machine again. A week or a month of following her--learning how she ticked--imploded and collapsed back to the first meeting and the next attempt, but she only seemed ever more resistant. Unfelt by him, the fragments of her undone memories hung about him like flies around a corpse, warning her away again each time he reset.

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LL#666