Clockwise

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I’ve always been known for being a clock master. Yes, I can determine the time, the hour, the minute and the second just staring the shadow of a standing human in a middle of messy surroundings.

“How about now?” asked a stranger, standing under the blazing sun.

“It’s 12:31:9.11,” I said.

She looked at her phone and gave me his thumbs up.

“How about this flagpole, can you say what time is it?” asked a intrigued foreigner.

I stared at the pole, the flag, the shadow. “I… I don’t know.”

“Me?” He stood inside a room.

“Not that…”

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