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I knew wishing on a star would eventually come true. People told me I needed to grow up but clearly, my childish naivety has paid off because look at me now, Mama!
I, Sabrina Mary-Anne Parker am in 1917. And I am questioning what god actually listened to me?!
Screw you Jesus dude. I did not mean time travel! I just wanted to have a nice dream... Not live the hell in which the world suffered through. Also, I would like to note I very much preferred 2024 women's issues to going back to square one of the suffrage problems.
Wasn't COVID-19 enough of a traumatic experience? I did not want to live through the Spanish flu. I really did not need this six-feet-apart bullshit again. I barely survived the depravity of being able to touch my loved ones.
Now here I am looking like an absolute nutcase by running around with my face covered and yelling at people "DON'T TOUCH ME! Wash your hands! Germs people! Bacteria! Fuck noooo!"
At least I can do something while I'm stuck in this hellhole.
I can save John Shelby from certain death because what good is living in my favorite TV show if I can not save John?
First... I need to survive another pandemic.