Spam is Love. Spam is Life.

So I’m home alone on a Saturday night, eating spam (because I’m sad and pathetic like that), when I’m suddenly struck by an idea for a story.

Well, actually, the idea has been sort of gestating in my head for a while now. It’s got to do with time travel and love (because, as stated earlier, I am sad and pathetic) and I had the bare bones of an idea where I kind of knew what I wanted but I just could not work out the details for it. It’s like I knew I wanted to make lasagna, but I did not have the recipe or the ingredients or the tools I needed to actually make lasagna. Until tonight.

Maybe it was the spam, but I think I finally figured out my time travel love story. Huh. Go figure.

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