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Slick shut off the gas. It was a literal spigot, which made me laugh.
“It’s not funny, Aaron.”

Slick took the lead, and I carried her books.
“What the hell are these?” the backpack held three manuals. Each was the approximate length of a major interstate. The interior was gibberish illustrated by robot dadaists.
“It’s a novel.”

We split down the middle. Miss Jacobs and myself lead  each Aaron into battle.
I took actual Aaron. He’s neglected to tell you that, or maybe he doesn’t know. He will now. The original Aaron, the one I came and left with, is a clone.
We’re sterile, and we’ll only live ten years.
I’ll be dead in ten [...]

What happened?
Everybody’s asking, but I’m not the person to ask. I wish we had one person to ask, and we did, and we killed him many times over. That’s what happened, really. We killed a man, and kept at it, but I don’t actually know what happened.