hughbradley

  Tuesday May 23 rd  2240. My God but hasn’t the time barrier become befuddled. Doing a cook meditation minding my own business, visualizing creamy coconut curry, when, out of the blue Wednesday Hugh taps me on the shoulder.” Don’t eat that curry Hugh you will get a sore tummy” He was relaxed enough and very matter of fact, friendly even, but I found it awful annoying. “ Mind  your own business,  I’ll  take my chances  “ I  said, and continued with entering coconut code on the  chefmodule . Wednesday Hugh laughed disdainfully,  “You  haven’t a clue boy  “ he  said as he tried to delete my  inputs. Well agitated now ( these glitches had been happening more frequently since the futurists were elected again, in the midst of accusations of cross time zone vote rigging , but it couldn’t be proved as the future people were notorious liars) Agitated ,  I grabbed him and pushed him  back,  losing balance he lost his footing and knocked himself out on the hard floor. That`ll teach him.   Wednes

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