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Derek walked out from college to the Circular
Concrete Thing beside the river. He sat right in
the center of it, waiting to be abducted by aliens.
After a while, he looked at his watch,
sighed, and resigned himself to having to do his
history project after all. It wasn't that he
didn't like history. Far from it- in fact he paid
so much attention at lectures that one of his
professors had decided he must have a crush on her,
the way he always sat at front, gazed
intently at her, hung on her every word, watched
her slightest gestures, responded to even her
rhetorical questions. But no, he only wanted her
for her syllabus. Ah, when he though of it
now, those happy carefree days when he flitted
from decade to decade, fron century to century,
savouring the best of each then moving on- remembering
this, he could hardly believe he was the
same person.
For he had fallen in love with 914 A.D.
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