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The next few days shot past. It had always been like this, ever since he took up teaching. He remembered his first job, fresh out of school, sixteen years of age and eager to please. The boss told him he didn’t like clock-watchers. In those far-off days, the minutes seemed like hours and the days dragged by so slowly. He would begin work on Monday, wishing to God it was Saturday. One day off a week. He hated every moment. And he studied his watch constantly. To hell with the boss, to hell with all of them.
Now, it was all so different. Since becoming a teacher, time simply disappeared. Before he knew it, the clock had turned to four and the day had become Friday. It happened in a blink and it all felt a little frightening. Time rushing by, beyond his control, every day a blur.
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