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I had a pocket watch once. It was my great grandfathers. Silver. I liked to wear it when I wore a tuxedo. I had a prolonged toxic relationship and I ended up leaving it at her apartment after the final breakup. My mother was pissed but I couldn't sacrifice myself to getting it back. A couple of years later, the woman needed the spare key to her safe that I had left in my parents safe and they traded the key for the watch. My Mom is waiting to give it to my son, I think.

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Marcus aka Gregory Maidman
Marcus aka Gregory Maidman

Written by Marcus aka Gregory Maidman

Living 17,043rd human life. I am Marcus (universal name) or you may call me Greg; a deep thinker; an explorer of ideas and the mind.

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