If I were Stephenie Meyer I would leave the next several pages blank for a more dramatic effect. But I’m not Stephenie Meyer.
I started to realize several months ago that my eyeballs were being ridiculous. It was like when I would try to focus on something new, they would scramble to see what I was directing them at. I felt like a cartoon with my swiveling eyes. So long story short, I went to the optometrist and he told me that I’m far sighted. Perfect. So I got a prescription and some cute frames, and now I’m rocking glasses.
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