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Quiet moments always make me think of my brother. Not because he's in any way quiet. He's been talkative ever since he was a puppy. But since our names got messed up when we were born, any time there's no sound, I can hear myself going “tocktocktocktocktock” and think of Tock. I don't mind. My parents expected that I would go “tickticktickticktick.” Can you imagine? Any time I took a break I would hear my name, endlessly reminding me that I should be doing something.
I'm not one to waste time, but I do like to watch it pass sometimes.