Renée is a flaky lady but her heart's in the right place. Chicken nuggets for breakfast, pastry for supper. Renée stays up all night to write messages to her Self. She knows she's having the time of her life a couple levels over. Renée's also aware she's got minutes to live just on the other side of the wall. Where she sits, right this minute, writing her clues and to-do's, Renée hopes her judgment is sound. When the future and past collide, she'll have but a moment to convince herself the present was, is, and shall ever be the only thing worth believing.
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