You can get it all at Mr Johnson’s Time Emporium. Pop-books of individual seconds. Hours sealed in a can. Tanks containing whole years, if you’ve got the cash.
Time is money, Mr Johnson says.
And since he opened, I’ve never missed a deadline.
Never hit one, either. Because I can always get a couple more days, I never feel like I have to start anything.
It’s getting bad. I’ve got so much time that nothing ever gets done. I’m almost 50, but I’ve not yet had my 22nd birthday.
I’d quit, if it didn’t mean facing my credit card bill.
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