CLANG! The gate to the driveway closes, bringing me back to reality, and the fact that today is my thirty first birthday. The room is cold, even with the morning sun hovering over Los Angeles. I stand at the window watching as the sleek, gold tone Jaguar comes up the driveway. The grandfather clock in the hall strikes nine o’clock. I turn reluctantly, to go greet my visitor. I pass the large mahogany grandfather clock, whose ornate designs and patterns use to fascinate me. Now, they just...
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