I got to McDonalds 11 minutes early and I had even stopped and found Ralph at Value Village, saw his sale day shopping finds and laughed a lot with him, even got a couple of kisses. Then I continued on my walk to the local McDonalds for a meeting and to my surprise, I was 11 minutes early.
All morning long I had been feeling rushed, like I was running out of time. I was sure I was going to be late for my meeting, even with all my past experience with 'stretching time' and magically being 'on time' even when the man made clock time said I was late.
What is 'time'?
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