She looks at the clock. It's the time of wishes.
She throws herself on her bed, nearly in tears, and whispers "please."
She's wishing for something good to happen.
Something lucky.
Something she needs, but doesn't expect to get.
She looks back up at the clock and realizes her moment is gone.
The clocks run fast when it knows you've got a wish that can't be granted.
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