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Nathan Summers
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Software developer that grew up in Indiana, lived all over the continent, and then settled down in rural Kentucky.
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Some things can't be impeded.

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Ever since I was little, some people have treated me really bad because I'm different. It hurt so much sometimes. I don't really want to talk about that right now. I'm just going to say that the worst people always seem to know I'm an easy target, and nothing I've tried works to stop it. You see, there's four kinds of people, as far as I can tell. Some people are cruel to me. There aren't a lot of them, but they can make my life miserable. Most people ignore me. When they see me they look away. I don't care about them either. Some people are nice to me, probably nicer to me than I deserve because I make some big mistakes sometimes, but there's something missing. They're like toys in the store, still in the package, and I can't really get to them. But there are a few — just a tiny few — that being around them is just magical. I can't explain it. It's like I've always known them, and we were friends before we even met. They're so nice to be with it makes everything else I'm forced to deal with bearable.
November 26, 2025 at 7:29 PM
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Like most autistics, I don't want to be “cured” of my autism. But you rarely hear anyone explain why. I'd like to try. Autism doesn't just affect my brain. It affects my entire nervous system, and nerves run through every part of my body. They run through every inch of me. There is no part of me that isn't autistic. There is nothing I can do that I don't do autistically. There is nothing I can feel that I don't feel autistically. I can't even think, except autistically. I don't know what would be left if someone took away my autism, but that thing wouldn't be me, and I like me. I know there are things I'll never get to experience because I'm autistic, but that's ok. I don't miss what I've never had. It's not like you were ever going to be an eight foot tall professional basketball player, and I bet you're ok with that. It's true that I have some autistic traits I'd rather not have, but there are some that I really want to have. Like most autistics my sense of justice is so strong. My heart aches when I hear about someone hurting because of something they didn't deserve. That can be hard because I know there is a lot of hurting in the world and there isn't much I can do about it, but getting rid of my sense of justice to make life easier for me would be immoral. Giving up my sense of justice in order to get rid of the parts of autism I don't like is a trade I can't make. And that's why if you handed me a magic pill that would completely get rid of my autism with no side effects, I'd toss it on the ground and stomp it to pieces and then spit on my shoes to make sure I don't have any of it left on me.
November 25, 2025 at 3:22 PM
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Food plays an important role in Just As Real, but I think this is the only meal she had at school that was in any way tasty. The meals get progressively worse, and her school serves four meals a day.
Chapter 3: The Kid Grinder Lunch was pizza, green beans, canned peaches, and milk, each lumped or dumped into a neat section divided by ridges in her tray. She had never really appreciated how nicely the food was placed before, but today she did. She only wished that the cafeteria workers had centered the food better. School lunch was never wonderful, but they did a really bad job this time. The beans were tough and bitter and she had a hard time swallowing them. The peaches were so soft and soggy she had a hard time telling them apart from the liquid they were packed in. The milk looked and tasted and felt like it was chalk dust that had been mixed with water. She tried to make it go down her throat without touching her tongue, but it didn’t work. The only exception was the pizza, which was amazing this time, at least by school lunch standards. She hoped they would make it more in the future.
November 24, 2025 at 6:08 PM
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Closest word I have is "first."
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Afternoon, Angela! Guess what? I actually told Zephyr that I'm a time traveler today! I can't believe I did that. She told me at lunch again that she felt like she's done all this before, and I decided to see what would happen, so I pretty much told her the whole thing. She didn't believe me at first, of course, but I told her that in math class Mrs. Johnson would assign problems 1-7, 12, 13, 25, and 41-45. After the bell rang she ran up to me and said, “Wow, you were right. That's incredible! So you have this power that lets you do whatever you want and you use it to go to school and sit in Mrs. Johnson's class every day?” I said, “Well, yeah, it's a nice day.” I didn't recognize the expression on her face. She said, “There's no way that's what I would do with it. What's so great about today anyway?” I replied, “Well, Angela is wearing this cute T-shirt today. It goes nice with the shorts she's wearing.” Zephyr didn't buy it. She went, “That can't possibly be the only reason you're living this day over and over again. You don't even talk to her.”
November 24, 2025 at 4:58 PM
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a movie that takes place where you're from
Still from Close Encounters of the Third Kind where Roy is comparing the model he made out of mashed potatoes and other things to video of Devil's Tower
November 23, 2025 at 10:07 PM
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Closest word I have is "world," and there's a number of great passages with that word in it, so it was tough to decide.

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Book screenshot. The word "world" is highlighted in the center of the text. It reads: I saw her tense up a bit. She said, “We've got to get going before the bell rings.” Then, just a moment later, she said, “Or do we? If all of this is just going to happen again does it matter what we do this time around?” I thought about it and answered, “I guess it doesn't matter to anyone else, but it matters to me.” She said, “Ok, I guess if it matters to you I'll hurry up and get to class.” We both went to our classes. I could tell she had been thinking about this a lot because the first thing she said when she next saw me was, “You know what no one in the history of the world has ever said they'd like to do? Be stuck in middle school forever.” I said, “I don't know. It works for me.” She asked, “Why don't you just move on to the next day? That would be more exciting than just doing the same thing over and over.” I responded, “This is better. Trust me.” She then said, “You don't know that. You don't know what the future has in store.” I replied, “that's not true. I've seen the future. I don't want to go back. You aren't going to like it either.”
November 23, 2025 at 3:41 PM
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This snippet is entirely autobiographical except for the tiny detail that I've never time traveled.

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I remember the first time I went back in time. I was in first grade, and I got a math test back. I was disappointed with how many answers I got wrong. I wanted so much to try taking it again. The memory of when I took it the first time was right next to me. It felt so real, like I could touch it. In my mind I could see my hand writing my name at the top of the page. It wasn't fair that I couldn't go back. Look, I know that sounds pretty silly, but I was just a little kid, ok? I didn't know that one math test wasn't a big deal. Anyway, I felt a meltdown coming on. That's when it gets so hard to think, and sometimes I don't like what I decide to do. I tried so hard to control it. I don't like me when I'm having a meltdown. I tensed all up and I closed my eyes. After a bit, the feeling started to pass, and I opened my eyes. There was the test. My name was on it, but… the rest of it was blank! I couldn't believe what had happened. The memory of getting the graded test back was right beside me, just in the opposite direction, and there I was, exactly how I remembered being when I first took the test. It was better than eating a mouthful of candy on a roller coaster! I didn't really do any better on the test the second time. It turns out you have to know the answers to do better on a test. Classic first-time time traveler mistake.
November 21, 2025 at 5:32 PM
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When your main character can time travel by focusing on a particular memory, but doesn't know how that works.

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I just had a thought, Angela. You know how I wondered what happens to other people when I travel to one of my memories? Well, I'm not special. What happens to the “me” that was there the second before when I go back? I'm so confused. Do I just disappear in that timeline? Does the timeline just stop existing? Do I go all zombie-like? Or does that “me” keep on going through life, only it's not the real me, just some kind of copy that acts like me? Is that what's going on with everyone? Am I making lots of copies of everyone? I guess now you understand why there is no one who understands time travel less than a time traveler.
November 20, 2025 at 7:47 PM
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I just read what I wrote after that. Oof!
After Mr. Armstrong was done with the lesson and the children started doing the assigned problems, Mr. Armstrong called Sophia to his desk. He half whispered to her, “Good job on that problem you solved in front of the class. I’ve been watching you, and you have a lot of potential. A lot of potential! All you have to do is start applying yourself.” She knew Mr. Armstrong was trying to help, but his words still hurt. She was trying as hard as she knew how. Why couldn’t he see that? She went back to her desk and stared at the ceiling. The tiles were always there for her.
November 12, 2025 at 4:33 PM
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I wrote this by jotting down everything that went on in my head as I did a math problem. I never heard about dyscalculia until college and when I was reading what people with it said it was like I thought, "Wait, numbers don't do things like that in your head for everybody?"
A little while later, in math class, Mr. Armstrong called on Sophia to divide 215 by 0.4. The 21 kept on screaming to Sofia that it equaled 3×7, while the 5 smugly said it was prime. Sophia knew of no math problems where that information would come in handy, since the 21 and the 5 were two parts of the same number. “Uh, I guess you start by dividing 2 by 0.4 but I don't know what that is.” Mr. Armstrong reminded her to get rid of the decimals in the divisor. “Right, I knew that. So that becomes 4 into twenty-one fifty.” As soon as she said that, 50 said to her that it was 5×10, or 5×2×5. Sophia tried to concentrate. “So then you take the 21 and you divide by 4 and you get…” 50 said that it wasn’t done and that it was rude to interrupt it. It said that another way to look at it was 5×5 was 25, and that meant that 50 was 2×25. “Two times twenty five,” Sophia said. The class laughed. “No wait, 4. I mean 5. Subtract 20 and you get 1. Bring down the 5.” Mr. Armstrong marked the board as instructed. Sophia tried to remember how many times 4 goes into 15 but she couldn’t help but notice how pointy the 1 Mr. Armstrong wrote was. “3? Yeah, subtract 12 and you get 3. That’s right because that’s less than 4. Bring down the 0.” Sophia took a deep breath. She had this. She went to divide 30 by 4, but first she had to count the points on the 3. There were three of them, all along the left side. The zero didn’t have any points. She liked the fact that both digits had the same number of points as what they represented. “Sophia?” Mr. Armstrong said. “Did we lose you?” “I’m here.” Sophia felt a little of something she didn’t understand. “Right. 4×8 is 32, but that’s too much so go for 7. 4×7=28. Subtract 28 from 30 and you get 2. Looks like we need decimals. Write the decimal point and bring down a 0.” It took Mr. Armstrong a bit to catch up. Finally, all that was left was 4 into 20. Sophia knew that one. Sophia looked right at the 20 and the 20 didn’t even try to argue with her. “And then you get a 5 and we’re done.” She read the top line. “The answer is 317.5.” “Where did that come from?” Sophia immediately thought. “I mean 537.5,” she said. “Well done, Sophia. That’s correct.” Sophia took another deep breath. She was exhausted.
November 12, 2025 at 4:26 PM
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Blue bordered Apple Paperbacks edition of I Want To Go Home! by Gordon Korman. Rudy Miller is lying on his bunk in Cabin 13 with his feet propped on a red duffel bag. His hands are clasped behind his neck and his whole presentation is very lackadaisical. Two other boys are close by, looking at him. One is standing, leaning slightly forward, and holding a baseball bat with two hands pointed straight down. The other is sitting on a corner of the foot of the bed. He has a baseball glove in his left hand and a bat in his right, also pointed down. Above Rudy's head the text is superimposed "Nobody hates camp more then Rudy Miller does."
November 12, 2025 at 3:38 PM
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Hard to argue with its expertise.
Grokipedia v0.1 article titled Plagiarism: Plagiarism is the representation of another person's language, thoughts, ideas, or expressions as one's own original work.[1][2] Although precise definitions vary depending on the institution,[4] in many countries and cultures plagiarism is considered a violation of academic integrity and journalistic ethics, as well as of social norms around learning, teaching, research, fairness, respect, and responsibility.[5] As such, a person or entity
October 27, 2025 at 11:45 PM