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A Dimensional Rip

"Yo Maxy," Goner said as he slid into the booth. "Wassup?"

Max sipped his coffee and closed the book he was reading. "Nothing at all."

"Homework eh?" Goner asked. "Give the books a break man. Schools done for the day."

Max couldn't help but smile. 

"You going to the flat rock this evening?" Goner questioned. "The whole school's gonna be there. Including that mega-babe Maggie. I think she digs you."

Max shook his head and chuckled; it's been a hell of a long time since he was in high school. And the old memories were flooding back like a broken dam.

He glanced at himself in the mirror. Short hair, wearing a t-shirt declaring himself to be a GALACTIC TERROR. No stubble, no scars.

"Goner. Max." Frank acknowledged as he butted Goner over. Frank placed his books on the table. Which made Max chuckle even more... he couldn't imagine being the same age as Frank in the first place.