The worse part about time traveling is the arrival materialization. The electrical sensation of my atoms congealing back together is very unsettling. I hoped they got all the parts this time. They somehow forgot my left ear two trips ago, and the eighteen hundreds didn’t have plastic surgeons. I was still able to create 2,100 pieces of art and 860 oil paintings, but that ear thing haunted me through the centuries. I hid it with long hair and wearing hats, but eventually, I just told everyone I got drunk one night and cut it off.
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