just an update

turns out i actually started at 9:12 PM. tick. tock. tick. tock.

i wrote a short story in 7th grade that broke intermittently with that line.

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it was about a man who was going crazy. he suffered from chronomentrophobia. that meant he had a horribly serious fear of clocks. he was sitting in a waiting room to talk to his therapist, but there was a grandfather clock in the room. he shot it with a revolver. then he woke up in an insane asylum, except in the corner of the room there was a grandfather clock.

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that was the only piece of fiction i ever finished writing, beginning to end. i read it out loud for my class's writers workshop. it was the best thing there. they gave me a standing ovation. i thought i was going to be a millionaire prodigy writer at that particular moment. i'm failing AP Lang right now.

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