Run Before You Fly
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He smashed the clock on the ground, over and over, making the noise until there was nothing left but sharp pieces all over the white tiled floor. The boy, no longer crying or angry, picked up a piece of the plastic and a word he had heard many times before echoed in his ears.
Broken.
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