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Damkerng T.
Damkerng T.
Aug 1, 2015 18:42
> This is a story about a man named Harold Crick... and his wristwatch.
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Harold Crick was a man of infinite numbers, endless calculations and remarkably few words. -- And his wristwatch said even less.
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Every weekday, for nine years, Harold would brush each of his 32 teeth 76 times. 38 times back and forth. 38 times up and down. His wristwatch would simply look on from the nightstand, quietly wishing Harold would use a more colorful toothbrush.
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Every weekday, for nine years, Harold would tie his tie in a single Windsor knot instead of the double, thereby saving him up to 43 seconds every morning. His wristwatch thought the single Windsor made his neck look fat... but said nothing.
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Every weekday, for nine years, Harold would run at a rate of nearly 57 steps per block for 6 blocks nearly missing the 8:17 Faraday Bus. His wristwatch would delight in the feeling of the crisp wind rushing over its face.
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And every weekday, for nine years, Harold would complete 7.134 tax files as a senior auditor for the Internal Revenue Service... only taking a 45.7 minutes lunch break and 4.3 minutes coffee break. Timed precisely by his wristwatch.
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Beyond that, Harold lived a life of solitude. Harold would walk home alone...
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He would eat alone...
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And at precisely 11:13 every night, Harold would go to bed alone, placing his wristwatch to rest on the nightstand beside him.
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That was, of course, before Wednesday.
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On Wednesday, Harold's wristwatch changed everything.
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> --Stranger Than Fiction (2006), opening scene
 
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