Chapter 67 - May 21st, 2020 10:35 P.M.

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One good thing came out of my involuntary time travel; the money Grandpa Ricky gave me stayed in my pocket, which was quite lovely. Unfortunately, it was worth diddly squat in 2020. With how rapidly inflation is rising in the United States, we’ll be worse than Zimbabwe in the next fifty years… I can’t wait for milk to cost a hundred thousand dollars. “Oh, hey, you did it again,” Morgan nearly whispered. He sounded like he entirely lost hope in everything. “Did what?” I asked, pretending to be stupid. I hate how good I am at lying sometimes; it’s like deep down, I want someone to notice that I’m full of crap, but they never do. Like Holden Caulfield famously said: “People never notice anything.” They sure notice everything after you die, though… The thought of people leaving flowers on

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