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Any World You Choose
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There was a small tourist center where you could park and look out over
the river below. He stood there at the edge and looked out over the
river and the setting sun casting its last orange-red hues over the
forest.
"Any world I choose Pete?." With a grin on his face he pulled away from
the park, heading south along the interstate towards home. He needed a
shave and another shower, and then maybe he'd call Susan. Humming a
song from another place, another world, he drove into his world.
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