August 16
Even though, I wonder what would happen if the notebook was destroyed. Everything I did would be undone. Hundreds of people stuck in time; things going wrong when they should have gone right; things going right when they should have failed horribly or fatally… in short, it feels like I’m the only thing standing between the world and abject chaos. And what Peter said about the coming year bringing something big weighs on my mind, too. Even if he’s not coming from as omniscient a point as I thought, or as he thought, he’s got no reason to lie to me about that.
Of course, for all I know, this could be the big thing.
“How long do I have to decide?” I ask. “I mean, when does the loop reset?”
“You have a few months yet,” Lisa says, off-handedly. “Though if I had my preference, I’d like to be out of here before spring. I hate spring. Too muddy and messy.”
“I’ll sleep on it. Come back tomorrow at lunch,” I say. “And you’re paying this time.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she says. “It’s only fair. If you can give me my life back… well, let’s just say that I know you’ll make the right decision this time, Frannie.”
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