One day without our watch is like a day with no ending. You don't know when something will come up but more importantly when it comes up. It was so weird I sometimes glance at my wrist then realize nothing was there. I didn't know when lunch was. Oddly where I go most of my day doesn't have a clock at every corner. I felt like I was half the man I was with my watch.
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