On the night before I turned 18, my 108 year old self appeared in my room with the plans for a time machine, the winning numbers for the following week's jackpot lottery, and a phone number for a local sex worker who'd do that thing I thought I would like.
My life has been amazing, hailed as a genius, rich beyond my dreams, a wife who does that thing I like.
And today I turn 108, and everything has built to this moment.
I take the prepared pieces of paper and burn them, then wait to see what will happen.
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