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The sexualist of sexual fantasies is...

That wasn't a dream, man, that was us.

'67, Worcester, Massachusetts. Me, you, Kate, Billy; we used to take those fuckers down together. It was a rough life, but we fought hard and played harder. I swear there wasn't a dull moment with you guys.

And then...One day...They got the drop on us. Kate was the first to go down. No surprise; she was always slow on the draw. Billy'd had his gun knocked away and was fighting for his life bare-handed, but we all know that's a losing battle. It was down to you and me, back to back, revolvers in each hand, firing like mad...Then all at once, the bullets stopped. Out of ammo. They closed in. We took one last look at each other before the blood, flesh, and bone started to fly.

Then...

White light.

The next thing I remember I was three years old in my present life, playing with the family dog out back. Two years ago I started to remember. They came as dreams at first, just like yours, then more vivid, more clear, more familiar-and then I remembered who I was.

I have no idea why I started to remember first, but I've been looking for you. I had nothing to go on at all; you could be anyone, anywhere, so I resigned myself to solitude after about six months, and waited. And now, by pure chance, I've found you.

Where we go from here is up to you. You know where I stand. Just where I always have.

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