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Clocks

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale

Exhale

The clock is hyperventilating.

If it dies, how will I wake up in the morning?

Eerrrnk

The clock is waking up screaming.

What kind of nightmares do clocks have?

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Published: Jan 30, 2010
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