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Time is a liner construct going from past to the future. Like a thread.
Just one problem...
What happens when you hit a knot in the thread?

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Welcome, welcome.
Did 17 May happened to you more than once? Is it the second twelfth or the hundredth of time? Was yesterday the same day as today? And do you have the feeling that you are the only one seeing it?

No fear you arent crazy!
Come to the 1D Club! Probably the only place in this city does remeber what happened in the yesterday 17 May.

A few printed flyers with instruction how to get to the club were put up on the walls around the Mini-net Park and the streets around it. One member felt like putting them up in hopes a new member joins them. Angelino ruffled the back of his head. It was 8 in the morning he was on his way to the club to see what the others wanted to do this repetition.
With out the club he was sure he would have gone crazy by now. With out looking he passed the street. He knew there wouldnt be any cars in that moment. Reaching the place, he felt relived. It was a richer block of apartments. He walked up to the second floor and tried the door. Locked. He knew where the key was hidden taking it he unlocked the place.
Two bedrooms, a study room, and a training room was there as well as a living room with a modern entertainment system with a good collection of games. A modern kitchen joined with dinner room, fancy bathroom and a nice big terrace.

A nice place to hide out in, he wasnt sure who discovered this place but it existed already when he became aware. Seeing this time he was the first to come he went to make coffee and some breakfast. He was in the mood to spoil himself, maybe going to a spa hotel? AHe wouldnt be opposite to trying out and do something more...crazy. That one time they failed at a bank heist was quite amazing. He wouldnt admit it yet but he would like to try something absurd.

His mussing and thinking was interrupted when he heard the door open. "I made the coffee! " He called out to the arrival even before he knew who it was. Taking one cup himself and smelling the warm drink.

The morning was always the same. The alarm would always ring at 6:30 AM, and 3 seconds later Aaron Johnson would start the timer on his watch. When that timer reached 17 hours, 29 minutes and 32 seconds, he would wake up once more. A simple breakfast, then a shower, and then final part of the ritual; using a sharpie to write a number on his left wrist. Today it read 1241, although that number was an estimate at best. By the time he was ready, roughly 17 hours and 12 minutes remained. When first settling into this routine, Aaron had still bothered to clean up after himself, but eventually realized that everything would return to its original state at the end of the day. He now left his small apartment in quite a mess on the way out.

Aaron hadn't planned anything in particular for this day. Some days were best spent relaxing, but eventually he needed to find another project. Spending time outside the city had been nice for a change, but it had only served to make the world seem smaller than before. Maybe learn another instrument? he wondered, as he made his way towards the park. He'd left his jacket at home this time, as it would only be dead weight until later in the afternoon.

As Aaron continued towards the park, he slowly got the feeling that something was somehow different. He'd probably walked this path a hundred times by now, but something was off about this time around. There had been other times something had seemed to be different than in previous iterations of May 17th, but nothing had ever stuck. Perhaps it was just that it had been some time since he'd been down this path. Either way, I should spend some time getting familiar with the city again.

But that would also mean spending more time back at Shimabara. Though the University had once seemed like home to Aaron, it was almost painful to visit now. He had spent so much time there trying to advance his research before realizing there was only so much one could memorize, and some reactions would never finish before the day reset. The futility of it was almost soul crushing, and on top of that was all the people he knew there who didn't remember Aaron himself. It had been hundreds of iterations since he'd been there.

Before considerations of the past could bring him too down, Aaron noticed a group of kids mocking a flyer. Now that's definitely out of place. He inspected the paper and the words sent chills down his spine. There were others. Other people that relived this day. People that wouldn't forget him at midnight. That would remember Aaron in the morning. The prospect seemed as terrifying as it was wonderful, because now there might also be consequences, and Aaron had gotten used to the idea that anything he did could be undone the next day.

With ever-growing apprehension, he made his way towards the address listed on the flyer, eventually arriving in front of a room at a nice looking apartment complex. After knocking tentatively, but receiving no reply, he tried the door to find it unlocked. Unlocked but not unoccupied, as a voice called out from the kitchen announcing that coffee was ready, which Aaron's nose soon confirmed. Following the scent, he found a man, a few inches taller standing with coffee.

"Sorry to intrude, but I found this flyer, and it led me here." Aaron said, displaying the paper that had led him here, then proceeding to introduce himself, offering a handshake. "I'm Aaron Johnson, please tell me I'm not completely crazy, and this isn't the first time you've been through today either."

It was not a face he knew from D club that walked in the kitchen. Angelino lowered his cup, his attention to the newcomer. He had to wonder if he sounded similar to him when he discovered the 1D club. He took a breath and smiled. Accepting the handshake that was offered to him.

"Today is repeating for lot longer than you were aware or able to count. " Those words were the same words that were told to him. Angelino picked one of the cups and offered it to Aaron. " Welcome in the club where yesterday repetition matter and is remembered. And Aaron you arent any crazier than any of the other members in this club."

A new person how exiting is that. A new person that will remember and new ideas he will give. On top Angelino was the first one to meet him. "You must be overwhelmed that you arent the only one. Personally I would never guess those flyers would get anyone new to come. I lost the bet." He lead Aaron to the living room and offered him to sit down.
It was like a belated effect, that Angelino ruffled the back of his hair remembering he was pretty rude.

"Oh I forgot to introduce myself. Angelino Song repetition 510. You must be burning with questions. When I came across this place I didnt know what to ask first. So fire away. Maybe someone else will come in mean time. "