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The hands of the clock are cutting through the numbers in a slow and methodical dance. Each tick is a scream and each tock a last gasp of air. I’ve been watching this massacre of numbers for hours and ticks, and tocks on end. I’ve been counting how frequent the screams are, how ragged the breaths are, and how many have died just so to pass the time. I can’t help but wonder…if we stopped the slaughter, stopped the death of numbers, would time stop too? Would we be able to lie here together without having to worry about a goodbye?