*Begins reading...*
*...*
"Duplicate?!
Now we're getting somewhere!"
*Continues reading*
*...*
Mmm... well your out of the compound, your among people who haven't tried killed you yet.
I guess you can dispose of the braclet. And a goblin-like friend... interesting.
I guess your starting to run low on giving choices, so why not try to write as much as you want, regardless of the options it leaves. The choices will come by themselves.
P.S. This story has finnaly moved up from "daydream reality" to "Coincidence reality"
I was on a bus home and what must have been a modern hippy got on. He was unshaved, had long hair, a very old bag. He had a necklace with protection stones, and a matching braclet. He also had (yes, you guessed it) a simple golden braclet. Not very decorative or moulded, just a simple golden braclet.
This kind of thing happens a lot to me. From now on, I hope this story doesn't go up another level to "Partial reality" or else I'll be looking out for blue force-fields
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