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The multiverse exists. You believe it to be the Mandela Effect, that's what you've been told at least, but when something doesn't quite feel right how would you prove it? You know your Freshman Chemistry teacher was a fat man with glasses and smelled like asparagus all the time, but your yearbook shows it was an attractive red head with the same name, who do you turn to? Can you even believe what you see anymore?
You see, the woman you couldn't keep your eyes off at Target earlier, or the man at the grocery store that you were ogling, that was your spouse where I come from. And you two made such a cute couple, you were so in love. But here, in your reality, they don't even know you exist. There's a lot of things about your reality that are different where I come from, or where I was at least, maybe it was where I'm going? I lost track at this point, but you'll see soon enough...