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The Stopwatch     Nine years, eight months, three weeks, four days, two hours, seventeen minutes, ten seconds and fifteen nanoseconds into the infinite void of time, Petey Halloway's stopwatch kept on ticking. It wasn't quite a special sort of stopwatch; indeed, it looked most plain. Just a sky blue stopwatch, properly dinged and functional, assiduously hanging around young Petey's neck.     Of course, he was not the only one in town with a stopwatch. The older ladies (at least those of good repute) dutifully concealed theirs under fading blouses. The frazzled parents of many weary children tended to forget just that, so town gossips con