"She had eyes like sunsets, and every time she blinked it felt like the end of the world, otherwise known as night." – Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not For Sale
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"ThisisWesterdenOptometristwhatareyoursymptoms?"
"Hello, I'm here to interrupt you!"
"It didn't work, so muahaha!"
"Ugh, bummer."
"I'm too smart for you. Suck on that!"
"That's what she said."
"Uh, did you seriously just make a dick joke? I thought you popular people were supposed to be classy."
"Never judge by stereotypes. Isn't that the philosophy you go by?"
"So, I'm guessing you're not a virgin?"
"What? I never said that."
"So, you are a virgin?"
"Maybe I am, but don't you dare tell anyone."
"Wow, I didn't see that coming."
"Stereotypes, stereotypes, Peanut! I'm saving my virginity for someone special."
"Ah, good choice."
"..."
"Where do you live?"
"Why do you want to know? Do you want to stalk me or something?"
"On the legendary and rarely seen list of Things Tristan Wants to do Before he Dies, stalking you would be at the bottom of the list."
"I'm surprised it's on the list at all."
"She sells seashells by the seashore. The shells she sells are surely seashells. So if she sells shells on the seashore, I'm sure she sells seashore shells."
"What?"
"I'm bored."
"Even bored of me?"
"Especially bored of you."
"Wow, you're sweet."
"Sweeter than ice cream."
"Sweeter than sugar."
"Sweeter than your face."
"Whatever floats your goat."
"My goat is being floated right now, thank you very much."
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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...
