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Harold’s thumb blazed purple. He hadn’t said anything. Which meant the lie was happening in someone else’s throat.

“How was school?” she asked, passing the mashed potatoes.

“Close the loop,” Harold repeated. “You want me to time travel. Again. After the last time literally broke reality.” harold kumar 3

His mother sat down heavily. “Oh, God. There’s more than one?”

The kitchen lights flickered. The back door rattled. And then, with the delicate grace of a disaster, a pink flamingo waddled into the kitchen. It wore a tiny bow tie and carried a manila folder in its beak. Harold’s thumb blazed purple

“I didn’t disappear into a black hole,” his father said quietly. “I created one. In the basement. To fix the first timeline you broke.”

The front door creaked open.

“I knew it,” Harold muttered. “The flamingo is a sign.”

His mother looked at the photographs. She looked at her ex-husband. She looked at her son, whose thumb was glowing like a tiny, anxious galaxy. “How was school