The tiny man who lives inside the cash register and makes the "cha-ching" sound has wrapped himself around my wrist.

"Tick tick tick," sings the tiny man, pretending to be my watch.

"You are not my watch," I say. "You're a man."

"It's 11:53," he says.

I fucking hate this tiny man.

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