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"Just tilt your head back and open wide… Yes, like that… and… Are they in?" the ophthalist asked as I blinked at a furious rate to expel the excess solution

The world seemed to correct itself "Yeah, I think that’s it How do they look?"

I walked to the mirror and for the first ti the view

"You look very pretty, honey," she gushed sweetly

"My eyes…" I whispered as I registered every detailed colour in old, just like my dad always said I’d never seen them look like that--so vibrant, no barriers inist on our arrival to give old card on the counter, nored protest We’d decided on contacts, and I couldn’t believe the difference they made to my appearance

"So you have a lasses for when you don’t want to stick the’s paid for Miss Shakespeare, so you’re good to go"

I took the offered bag from the doctor and felt my face I smiled and walked into the foyer Ro some mundane daytime TV show When he saw movement to the side, he looked over and turned back to the TV before whipping his head back on a double take The floored expression on his face said it all

He slowly rose fro up and down as he sed on his approach I fiddled with the handles on the white bag and lowered my head His scuffed brown boots caer lifted lanced up and his full lips parted slightly on a gasp, and he smiled "You look beautiful, Mol"

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