I glanced at the clock yet again. 3:20? It had been 3:21 a moment ago...
"That's it," I said. "Who's messing around?" I stuck my hand through spacetime and rooted around. Nobody in the fifth or the sixth, but in the seventh, I felt the triple-refolded topology of the scruff of someone's neck. I yanked on it.
Gordie grinned sheepishly at me. "We were moving hours from the back up to the front again. Janie bet me it'd take you a day to notice."
"Well, you can tell her she lost."
"Yeah. It's been, like, a week."
The Shoveller Of Widdecombe Ditch (Trad.)
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