![]() The older me had never drunk more than a glass or so of champagne in a given year. In the liminal space between sleeping and waking, it was easy to check the streams of memory, laid out in separate elements for consideration for the first and perhaps the last time. A Battletech Fanfiction, inspired by Fitzgerald’s CYOA at
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