"Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide-open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of." – Veronica Roth, Allegiant
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"This is Wester–"
"Bonjour, Peanut!"
"Salut, Retina!"
"Argh, gosh, my whole body is sore from cheer practice."
"Were the tryouts alright?"
"Yeah, I have my team ready to go. We just had our first practice earlier today!"
"Oh, that's good then. I was worried."
"Uh, I beg your pardon? Weren't you the one who kept saying you believed in me?"
"Yeah, but I said that just to make you feel better."
"Woooooooooow."
"I know, I'm amazing. There's no need to exaggerate my amazingness."
"How are you? I feel like all I ever talk about is myself."
"Wow, you're learning not to be a shallow airhead! I'm impressed."
"Don't worry, this is just a phase. I'll go back to being un-nerdy and un-quirky soon."
"I'll enjoy it while it lasts. Anyway, I'm good. It's been a quiet day."
"Goodness, no wonder. You're so boring."
"Woooooooooow."
"My eyes are clouding up at particular periods of time now, it's so weird."
"Are you sure you're not just short sighted?"
"Peanut, aren't you the optometrist here?"
"Hey, it was a reasonable question!"
"I can see perfectly clearly when my eyes aren't clouding up! They're not blurry, they're cloudy. There's a difference, you know."
"Thanks, Ms Synonym Sugar Daddy."
"That's Ms Synonym Sugar Mommy to you."
"Oh, whoops-a-daisy. My mistake."
"What was that? Ow, my ears! What the heck?"
"Calm down! I just dropped the phone and now it's all static-y!"
"Oh, you're an idiot!"
"Says the idiot!"
"I despise you!"
"I despise you too!"
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Eye Drops (#2)
Short Story"This is Westerden Optometrist. What are your symptoms?" "For starters, my eyesight has been super blurry and distorted, and this problem is starting to screw up seventeen-year-old life. Speaking of which, you sound kind of young for an optometrist...