48 hours after I got my beloved watch to tick again, I noticed it had stopped once more. I bought another battery; though I was able to replace it in record time, the second hand would not budge.
Off I went to the store to see whether my watch could be resuscitated. The clerk tried his best, but proclaimed my watch Dead.
I looked around the store for the perfect watch. What I really appreciated about my old watch was that I could wear it swimming. When I found a watch I liked, I doublechecked with the clerk that it, too, could go underwater.
“It can go 50M,” he said.
“So, 150 feet.”
He shrugged. “Whatever 50M equals.”
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