The Watch Factory
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"Oh, shut up, John!" she shouted. I chuckled at her sudden embarrassment. "Papa says that you are going to own the shop one day. Is that true?" she said her voice saddening. "I don't even know how to wear a watch, Kathyrn, much less build a machine made of them." we both looked at each other and laughed.
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