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"She calls them, what?"

I picked up an empty red-tinted bottle. Raised letters spelled "Poison."

"She called them 'time bottles,'" Jared corrected as he reached for my specimen and replaced it on the shelf.

"I don't understand."

"Each of them holds a story that started with, 'Remember the time?' Now she is gone, and it's my job to pass the stories to the next generation."

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer