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Thursday, October 8, 2009

contact lens

Every morning, before I go anywhere, I put one little transparent thing into each eye, to help clear up the world.
Now I know the trouble is with my eyes; I used to think the world was being vague on purpose.
Posted by rhea at 12:53 PM

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