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"Some times i let my mind wander and i think i hear voices. I dont know who i am. I think somethings wrong but its fading, gone, like a word i forgot that was the tip of my tongue, a fading memory. You can say that thats what we are on our on our days end. The worlds gone wild and many think it will go up in flames"
"I..I dont..." A young boy sighed, his posture craned. His eyes gazed cautiously at the old rambling man, he could feel his heart burn. The old mans eyes bore into the fello befor returning to his work. His work bench was up the stairs in the back of the room. They both had the tendency to work under little light but the old man was poor of sight, a hinderence that is extremely destructive for him the boy thought. He seldom moved and always called the boy to come and see. The room was quiet filled with an asortment of drawers and wall shelfs covered in tools box lids with tape used as holders for small screwdrivers and tools, watch bands and gears.
His desk was up high and he stood while he worked pointing and observing the boys work. They had been working with eachother here for a week no break. The first time the man had seen the fellow show interest in something. The boy knew that. He looked up from the array of metal pieces that were layed out for him. It was an old stop watch, a gift from the man beautiful thin grean leaves tiny and scattered sparcly with gold vines foloing them like foot prints and a tial, clock hands black . The gears were different, intricate, and small.
"God what do i think im doing. What is this!?"he thought he got close and personal holding the back and the hands." How the hell does this thing even tell time"
The man looked up from his work, currently a sketch, " When its all put together" laughter in his voice.
The boy was yet to learn what the tools that the man had laid out neatly for him beside the mess were for but he had been provided a *few stacks of book all providing a perfect encyclopedia for Damion. He would do just fine and fix the watch. Just like his mother said .
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