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Once, I bought a clock, for two quid in IKEA. Its hand was never on time, and everyday it broke. But it was my clock, I don't got much, but I do got me a beige clock.

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122 / The moon

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pickausername

122 / The moon

Published: May 24
Time: 1m

Notes: My clock from IKEA always seems to be broken, or drift out of time. But I love it, it's my clock <3

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