We all pretend that 5:00 is 6:00. We enjoy that "extra" hour. We scurry around changing clocks. Cassady, who gets her meals at precisely the same hour everyday, knows the truth. She pities us (maybe despises us a bit?) for not knowing it, too. She waits.
Dinnertime is dinnertime. Why would anyone mess with that?
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