Starting in high school, I would look at the clock and it would be 8:53. a.m. or p.m., it didn’t matter, I would see it at least once a day. It freaked me out at first, but after awhile it seemed like a good omen. But then, when I started looking for it, I would see 8:52 instead. That came to be the bad omen. If I was watching a football game and
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