Lake Lewisia #265

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They developed a twitch, the product of several months’ cumulative stress, which acted up whenever even small irritants reminded them of the burdens they could not seem to put down. The twitch sent them skipping a few moments forward or backward in time, jitters like a scratched disc jumping over half a word or a couple beats of a song. It was never enough time to give them the advantage of foresight, just enough to make it clear that something deep within them sought escape of any sort, however trivial and inconvenient its form.

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LL#265