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The biggest theory regarding time travel is that even if we had the ability to dance between minutes, we would not be able to change anything.
What if we could?
The smell of sweet tobacco hung in the air, much like the humidity of the warm summer Louisiana night. Swirling the brandy in his crystal tumbler, Monsieur Rochaud tried to play the part of the gentleman. On more than one occasion, he had to stop himself from tapping his foot against the floor to the beat of the jazz band through the wall. After all, there were appearances to maintain.
“Not joining us tonight, Michel?” A portly red-faced gentleman asked, flashing a deck of playing cards.
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