The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
Jane Eyre / Les Hauts de Hurle-Vent / Agnes GreyThe only time I can throw 80 yards is when my football-shaped alarm clock goes off in the morning.
This Book Has No TitleWhen reality and your dreams collide, typically it’s just your alarm clock going off.
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