not a world you know,” she said and inhaled a lung-full of smoke.  She blew it out and asked, why?

   He took the joint and twirled it around a bit.  “Two reasons: I don’t want to be alone in this world and I want to make it back again.  Somehow, I feel like it ain’t gonna happen,” he said, sadly.

   “Well Jake, that’s a pretty natural feeling, being your first time-travel experience.  How did you get here, anyway?”

   Jake re-lit the joint and took a large puff.  “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you the truth,” he told her as he coughed out the thick smoke.  Jake rarely smoked ANYTHING.

   His response...

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