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ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 15

Ellie sat in the car, drumming her fingers on her lap in agitation rather than calculation. She’d tried apologizing. She’d tried reasoning with her mother. She’d tried appealing to her father. But aside from telling them everything, which she was sure she’d not done...

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ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 14

Equestrian studies had been canceled, since school was letting off early so that the girls could get their hair and dresses done just right for meeting their One True Love. However, they all had to at least tend to their steeds, and Ellie had been invited to stay and...

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ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 13

“Why are you doing that?” Natalia demanded. She was staring at Ellie’s hand. For a horrifying moment, Ellie thought her cover was blown. She decided to bluff. “This? It’s just a trick a friend taught me. It helps you keep track of complex variables.” “I know what it...

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ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 12

Ellie Elder was wishing she could be dismissed.  Lunch was a standard Chatwayan affair, but less tasty. Her parents (Hiro and Natalia) had never been able to handle the richness and spiciness of most of the world’s foods, and their cook had adapted the recipes to...

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ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 11

Personal Log, Ensign Ellie Doall, 21st day of Neemsat I’m entering an uncharted part of my own history, and it’s making me nervous. I vaguely remember that I went to school today, and that I was annoyed by everyone talking about the Ball. I’m pretty sure I got teased...

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ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 10

They returned to find Goynee, their servant, waiting. Madame Ambassador had decided Ellie needed to return home to do her homework and extra assignments. She hoped ‘Shree’ would be fine for the evening. Goynee gave her a paycard and told her of some of the events...

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ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 9

Personal Log, Supplemental My parents insisted we stay away from crowds, and I could hardly argue since I wanted to keep a low temporal profile, so we had lunch with Doctor Jorseen, then wandered the nearby park, talking and feeding the ducks. My younger self didn’t...

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ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 8

She let her mother—Natalia—help her dress, feigning ignorance at the buckles and ties that she’d spent nearly three years fighting with as a teen. Her mother, in turn, gave her a crash course on Chatwayan etiquette while she fussed over each ruffle and pull. When...

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ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 7

“So, I’m not in a hospital?” Her parents exchanged glances. “I assure you, Doctor Jorseen is very skilled.” “Oh, I’m sure! I mean, I feel fine, really. I’m just...trying to get oriented.” She glanced around, seeing the room in a new way, as someone’s guest bedroom....

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ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 6

Personal Log of Ellie Doall, Ensign, Intergalactic Date 676592, in my timeline, I think Next time I see the Big Rock Donut of Time, I’m going to give it a piece of my mind. As I thought back to my life, I realized the only place I would have met Jirek was at the...

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ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 5

Ellie raced down the corridor, instinct calling her to the bridge. Around her, everyone was hurrying to their stations and getting ready for battle, so no one noticed anything different about another blue-uniformed ensign. Thus, Ellie did not remember that, in this...

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ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 4

Soon, she’d filled a console with equations and specifications and gotten a tablet full of Ambassador Ellie’s musings on her miserable life—plus the cozy mysteries she never published. She started reviewing visual files, seeking a moment that would have changed...

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