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Thursday, December 29, 2005 |
The Fictional World of Lindsey Gemme...
Jeremy Simon looked at the small workings of the antique clock. Click, click, click, clunk. He took the blunt tip of his pencil and tapped at the wooden face. "Amazing," he said to himself. His eyes wandered over it a few more times, analyzing the chipped paint over the oak skin, fascinated by the moving hands across the bark face.
"Oh Simon," came the voice of a bony woman wearing a thick wool shawl. She stepped down from the staircase, a tray full of teacups, a shiny black pot and sweets. "That clock is not going to love you back."
9:12:26 PM
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