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Fucking with history is a major butterfly effect issue, not touching that. I'm pretty happy with where my life is now, even if my childhood was awful in a lot of ways. I'd go back to the night there was a fire in my house and I'd go back for my dog. I'd left him in my bedroom where he died of smoke inhalation/suffocation. I could have easily gotten him out, but it had been drilled into me never to go back into a burning building. I don't think it would have changed my life much to have him, but I will always feel guilty about it.
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