These, as we all know, are glasses. But they're not just any old pair of glasses. They're MY glasses. Story time. (As you know from previous posts, you're going to fall asleep due to a lousy story.)Once upon a time I was ten years old and I went to the eye doctor against my own will because I was addicted to the computer and I didn't want to get off. *Taking quick, deep breaths* The eye doctor guy said I need to get nerdy looking glasses, but for some reason, I didn't. Then it was a year later and I had to get within three feet to the timer if I wanted to see it clearly. Then I wore my moms glasses and I could see it from ten-thousand feet away. I told my mom I need to get glasses and eventually, (A month later.) I went to the eye doctor and took the unnecessary test and got to choose my glasses. They said that the glasses would be ready on Friday, then Saturday, and eventually, they actually came... with a glasses case. Then we all lived happily ever after. The end.
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