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Midori stared vacantly at the clock on the side table. She blinked once, twice. Its angry red numbers glared back at her, the same numbers as yesterday. It was eleven in the morning. The last time she’d looked at the clock, it was eleven in the evening. Midori hadn’t moved during the in-between time.
She remembered the saying that a broken clock was right twice a day. Midori felt broken. The gears in her body immobile. Like a broken clock, her position hadn’t changed in the last twelve hours. But instead of being right twice a day, she’d gotten it wrong twice in her lifetime and had wound up in the same position.
The clock struck 11:01. A new cycle had begun. This time would pass just like the last twelve hours. Midori hung in the balance, barely moving, hardly thinking.
Her stomach
