The first time, I lost about a minute. My alarm went off before I was expecting and scared me nearly to death. I brushed it off. I mean, I barely even knew what time was before I got a cell phone.

I brushed off the next few just as easily. What’s losing track of a few minutes here or there? I figured I was just being tired, or forgetful. Especially in college, there are some frat boys that lose track of more time than that every weekend.

But then I started missing classes, looking up and noticing that three hours had gone by. Phone calls from worried people were starting to come in, and I lost my job at Stubb’s Coffee.

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