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The Ticking WatchEssay Preview: The Ticking WatchReport this essayShe sat awkwardly ankles crossed, glancing frequently at her left hand. Was she early or was he late? Her immaculately manicured fingernails strummed edgily on the half empty lipstick stained chardonnay glass. “Another glass of wine maam?” said the waiter, nodding his head condescendingly.With a fake smile.