Today I met my younger self for a coffee.
I spoke about money; he spoke about dreams.
I showed him my watch…
He smiled and said it had always been part of my story, from childhood until now.
The conversation went on…
I laughed at his innocence, and he laughed at mine.
In the end, we fell silent, just listening to the sound of the watch—the same one that measures time for us both.
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Timetravel...
Were there ants in the syrup?
I had a coffee today and there were ants in the syrup.... They transferred through to the coffee, but I drank it anyway
What was the watch model