his favorite part of each day was the very first moment, when the flames behind his eyes began to dance. the moment when his dreams stopped moving and laid still, frightened of the dawn about to break over them. thomas' waking mind worked too often like the clocks he spent his days repairing. in his small room over the shop he worked in, he
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ps, write a book.
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i promise, and you better.
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