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I have never liked clocks. The tracking of seconds, minutes, and hours. The movements, the displays, the sounds. The ticks, the tocks, the winding, the chimes. Don’t even get me started on the alarm. All reminders of the passing of time. Why do I hate this so much?

When I was 12, my parents got a grandfather clock. Not the tall kind that stands on the floor but the smaller, cabinet-looking kind that hangs on the wall. The kind that ticks and…