It was just a regular, kind of boring yarn ball. A weirdly and strikingly familiar RED yarn ball. One could say that- Wait a minute.

As the narrator of this story, I must interrupt this (frankly) DUMBASS line of thought before it made itself readable to you, dear readers, otherwise it would make me sounds really, really idiot. Like, c’mon, it is just a yarn ball. It is literally identical to every single other ball of yarn in the planet. THIS IS A STABLISHED FACT, MOVING ON.

“To craft a timeline, you must record your path, as you must remember.”

“oh, yeah, of course. i mean, how could i forget your sooo exciting and really short explanation. thank you, mousy.”

“Call me that again and I’ll timefly you.”

“what does this even mean?????”

“You won’t want to find out.”

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