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September 9, 2007 / TildeWill

WOT Weekend!

The clock had lain there in the back part of his atelier, hands stuck at 11:11, since he first move in. He knew his sister had a yen to see the family heirloom repaired, but Alfonso thought of it as good luck. Besides, they no longer made replacement parts, they weren’t even fungible with the ones made now. Holding up the clock in front of him now, he remembered how often he had wished on that lucky time that he would meet someone he would spent the rest of his life with.

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