Usually I loved my classes. They were a break from the social pressures of college which, frankly, had taken a rise since I started dating the popular son of the football coach. However, today when I found my eyes drawn to the clock on the wall just above Miss Capedem's head, I found myself unable to focus. It was as though the second hand was moving clockwise around the face deliberately slowly, like a slug...or a snail.
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