Clock Confusion: Part II

Part I

I arrived home from work, meandered upstairs to change into play clothes, and noticed the clock was . . . dead.

I guess it was trying to say goodbye this last weekend. It was confused. It couldn't remember. Sadly, today, it took its last blink and is now resting peacefully in clock heaven.

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