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She quietly, unobtrusively carved a niche for herself within the emotion-choked clutter of her own house; with every object purloined from other rooms - table, chair, computer, task light, small travel clock - the simple excitement of potential seemed to be able to scrape guilt off the very walls.
The clock on the wall says there’s over an hour until Beer o’Clock, but by special dispensation, St. Bakerina has blessed this earlier hour Choc o’Clock.
The world was changed for the good with the invention of the banana clock, though the time between ripe to brown wasn’t always entirely the same.
I’m curious: do you still wear a watch, or do you find it redundant, what with the clocks on your computer, car dash, stovetop, and cell phone?
Greg felt that melting the flowerpots and clocks had been a pretty easy undertaking, but was worried the dog might be a bit trickier.
Each morning, Wilford’s anal retentive time clock would make a meticulous mental note of the extra 4 seconds it took for Wilford to secure the coffee filters in their resealable package; the clock was proud of Wilford, just as Wilford was proud of the clock, and the two took great comfort in their relationship and were seldom far apart.
The boy who couldn’t stop dreaming never once dreamed of watches or clocks, which made him very happy.
If I change their clocks, will I change their lives?
With all the clocks set to slightly different times throughout the house it feels like a consensus approach, or more of a committee protocol to finding out the time.
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