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Roses are red

Violets are blue

We’ve known each other 

Since we’ve been in school

We were inseparable 

Through elementary and high

In the year 3050, the terrifying disease called Covid19 wasn’t something of the past. It was still the future, the present. Efforts to alleviate the virus hadn’t worked at all. 

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“Detective Holm.” 

“Sergeant.” Shirley greeted him with her usual monotone voice. 

Sergeant Greg didn’t appreciate over-energetic beings; Shirley saw someone getting fired for so much as laughing. 

The scribe set down his quill, noticing that the feather was translucent. In the Between, quills changed colors depending on the amount of ink left in the writing utensil. The quill was almost unusable, when it turned that color.

A frail professor paced back and forth across the classroom, waiting for the class to file in and sit in their respective seats. He was excited; an interesting lesson was coming up. 

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Future Della, a girl with black hair cut short, looks up. She does a double take when she realizes that she isn’t in her bedroom.