Paper Girls
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She needs to relax and see the world around her.
She needs to dance and date idiots.
Tiff isnt buying this version of herself.
She must have done something to derail their dreams so much, so 1999 Tiff blurts out the truth.
She says its better she knows now anyway.
you could move through this faster than I did.
I want to give that to you, she tells her.
And you know what?
She tells her about the Quilkin Institute.
Thats some harsh truths from a kid who doesnt even know how to use a tampon, you know?
And while it might be an oversimplification of everything 1999 Tiff went through, its not that far off.
This isnt how 1999 Tiff wants to be living her life.
Is that cheesy as hell?
Would my 12-year-old self roll her eyes so hard at that?
They scoop up KJ and Mac and head back to Larrys farm.
You see, that pink cloud spitting out newspapers from 1988?
Yeah, thats not getting any better.
Its understandable since, I mean, technically speaking, he did kill her.
Like, I get it.
Burnt into nothing, she adds just to make it hurt.
This is 1999 Larry, you know?
Hes optimistic and believes himself to be a really good guy.
This news is a real blow.
Burns from the mouths of 12-year-olds sting.
to help handle the situation.
The cloud has continued to dump junk in the field.
The junk, Juniper explains, all comes from the two time periods the girls have been to.
Macs dads recliner is there, Halloween garbage, Adult Erins pickle jar.
And its not just any cloud, its a time rift.
Usually, they repair themselves, but this one is sticking around for some reason.
When Mac tosses a newspaper (remember?
So thats not great!
Theyll be here in within the hour on the Cathedral, their mobile headquarters that oversees the entire timeline.
Will that woman ever know peace after seeing her dead stepdaughter running around a cemetery?
Oh, okay, some meaningful stares are being shared between KJ and Mac on that stoop.
I had a visceral reaction to seeing the opening credits ofThe Real World: Hawaii.
Not as visceral as it wouldve been forSeattle, but still.
