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Time, ¡Stop!

They tried to shut down his mathematical operations through a gunshot aimed straight @ his noggin, but failed.

Father Time kept ticking ticked.

& he counted up so quickly that his would-be assassins collapsed in ol’ age before they knew what hit them.

¡Such memory!

But e’en such memory couldn’t see the assassin hid ‘hind him, aiming her gun not @ the hairy back o’ his head, but up @ the ribbon-shiny pavement-black top-hat resting ‘pon it.

She pulled the trigger, causing the hat to explode in mechanical shards all o’er the ground.

The rest o’ Father Time fell with them.

Originally Created:

2016 June 28


Dad, Mind, Top-hat


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