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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/2/2016 1:36:04 PM
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*It was around Morning when Mortar decided to walk through the woods, to not have to worry about anything. He took his headphones, put [url=https://youtu.be/Qi69aTLYF8E]this[/url] on, and walked inside, seemingly letting out a long sigh. It's noon now, and Mortar still hasn't come out. That is because he found a strange hut that seemed to be abandoned. The hut seemed to be made of an old wood barely holding up, nails sticking out, and broken glass scattered around the perimeter. Mortar, being the curious bastard he is, walks up to it and looks through the broken window. A destroyed carpet, moth eaten couches, and years of termite damage*
*"Eh, I've been through worse" he thinks as he opens the door, which comes off it's hinges and almost falls on him when he touches the knob. But he jumps to the side, and after a minute, enters the room*
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Yes. It was something I held dearly to me, and I gave it to him to show him that he was my best friend. I miss that bastard...
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"Damn. I can only wish I actually knew him."
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Yeah... he was a good guy
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"Was? Did he die?"
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Oh, god no. Just... haven't seen him in a while.
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"Oh sorry. I misunderstood."
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Oh, it's okay, you didn't know. So, about the first time that... happened... I think I was your dad
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"You were my father?"
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I think... how old are you, may I ask?
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Oh, that's right... you somehow time traveled here... what was the year you were in before 2016?
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"1284"
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Oh, um... I was in 1275... I think I was your dad
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"Oh my god."
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Yeah, right... it was... weird
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"I'm sure of that."
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Yeah, I had no idea what was going on... was there a Mortar where you were from?
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"A Mortar? Not that I remember. It might have been the dream part. Unless of course...."
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Of course what? Nora...
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"Yes?"
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What did you do?
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"Nothing!"
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I feel like you did something...
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"I'm offended."
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Why? Because I think you're doing something?
