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pocket watch sitting on the table. It hadn’t worked in years. She had tried winding it many times, but the hands had remained frozen.
That morning, it was ticking.
Slowly. Clearly.
The time?
6:17 — their wedding date.
“See?” she said, holding the watch against her heart. “He told me not to cry.
He knew he’d still find me.”
As the months passed, Grandma grew continue reading …
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