G loves this watch. Loves, loves, loves. But it runs out of batteries approximately once every three days (okay, I'm exaggerating, but that's what it seems like) and he got a more awesome as a gift from Darbig, and he got a new awesome job where he can actually wear a decent watch to work without accidentally melting it with a welder or whatever. Mostly.
Right now he's gazing dreamily over my shoulder and saying, "I loved that watch."
DESTINATION: Trash.
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