by Allison Symes
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You will marry Xtia and count yourself lucky. I want to hear no more of this nonsense about finding yourself.I swore then my mother would get her wish. She would not hear anything from me again. So I took her keys, her spaceship, and fled. Nobody would think anything of it. There isn't a universe anywhere where the kids don't borrow their parents' transport.
And so I found Earth, discovered the joys of time travelling through human history, and it is the last place my people would come to find me. They won't mix with any inferior species so will assume I will at least uphold that tradition.
Wrong! I do wonder someetimes what the reaction to my fleeing was. There would at least be well earned embarrassment. Good! But do they miss me even a bit? I would like to think so but dare not do so.
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