My wall clock leapt to its death about four months ago. It was my favorite clock so I hung it right back up. Hey, it still worked! For awhile. Yesterday I finally sucked it up and bought a new one. I'm still marveling at the fact that the hands move. That's what happens when your broken clock tells you its 11:50 for four months.
The nine and other star broke off when it tried to suicide itself.
The new one ticks so loudly.
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