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My Clock

*rrrr* *rrrr* Ah! Time for my grandmother's pills again. I walk into her room as I hold her pills in one hand. I see her to my left, she is looking down at something as she stands up. I ask her what she is doing. "Oh just fixing my clock. It's no big deal because I don't know what to do but I usually do a good job anyway."
"Oh, okay grandma!"
I go and look at the "clock" she is fixing. Two things. First off, it was a heater that she was "fixing". Secondly, her style of fixing was just by looking at it. The heater must be really scared of her glare like I was so it fixed itself.

Today I found out that I am not the only one that is scared of her glare!

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