Lake Lewisia #74

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She carefully stacked the charts together, lining up the grids of half a dozen calendars. There on one edge resolved a single square where nothing had been scribbled with increasing frustration: the day when none of them had any conflicting commitments. She sent a hasty message through the portal, hoping none of her parallel selves would make any more plans before they all agreed to the meetup.

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LL#74