My clock had a hundred times in the past, and I managed to remain composed. I concentrated on the clock on my wrist, hoping to make it sound as if it were the most precious piece of information that had ever happened to me. No matter what she said, I could n't help but think of James. In fact, he was the only light bulb in the room. There was no sign of him, so I took a deep breath and looked up at the clock on my left hand. She would 've forgotten that, because it was worth the effort to fade into ten years old.
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