He thought of all the fixes he could make—mend the fragile ties, speak the words he'd been saving for some better moment. He thought also of the risks: memories sharpened into knives, the past insisting it belonged in the present.
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At 87% the streetlamps synchronized, and he was twelve again, running from the rain with a stolen comic under his shirt. At 99% he remembered the woman who had left a scratched Polaroid in his pocket and the exact flavor of the lemon candy she’d offered—calm, astonishingly vivid. He thought of all the fixes he could