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“No. I can’t figure out why this is the spot I’d choose. But the file in your future house said it was here by the fifth lifeguard tower north of the pier.” He takes my hand and pulls me toward him. “It doesn’t matter, because that’s not going to happen. We’re changing the future. I promise.” “I know,” I say, although I wish I felt as confident as he is. We have a plan, and I think it will work, but doubt still creeps in. The future is a noose around my neck that gets tighter with each passing minute. “C’mon,” he says, dragging me back toward the pier. “Didn’t you say we should do something fun?” I suppose he’s right. If this is my last day alive, I should really live it. Up ahead, I see the faint lights of the Ferris wheel changing colors as it spins, and I let Adam lead me toward it.
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