My girlfriend tends to ramble.

A simple (or theoretically simple) story can really get some heft to it.

And that leads to trouble because my default listening time is less than it’s taken you to read this thus far.

So I came home with a surprise one day.  A chess clock.

You start talking the clock starts, you stop it gets pressed again. If the clock runs out of time you’re done speaking.

I thought it was genius.

She thought I should be hit over the head with it.

Guess which one of those last two sentences actually turned out true?

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