The ninja and I were in my room at my mom’s house. There was a washing machine in the room, and I knew I had put my bicycle in it before to clean it, but I couldn’t figure out how it was supposed to work. I thought I’d have to take the front wheel off or something, and looked at it for a long time trying to figure it out, but when I tried to put it in, it went easily.
I started putting clothes in it as well, realizing only belatedly that the grease from the chain would get all over everything, and pulled out the clothes. Then I wondered why I was doing laundry right now when we were going so soon to the ninja’s mom’s house. I figured the bike was plenty clean by now and took it out of the washing machine. Then the ninja told me Christina had called, so I went to her house. She looked surprised to see me, and said she had called at 9:36. I said she couldn’t have because it was 9:38 now.
She also seemed to have a different apartment. Stuck onto this wall outside the place was a picture of the two of us, each sitting on a chair and looking somewhere other than the camera. My hair was a lot longer in the picture. She had two bathrooms as well, and I was confused about why she’d have two.
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