"Love is the opener as well as the closer of eyes." - George MacDonald
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"This is Westerden Opto-"
"I kind of have a problem, and the problem is that the dance recital is in two freaking days, Peanut! What am I going to do?!"
"Shh shh, just stay calm, Retina."
"How?! Look, you don't know what it's like to have this- this disorder! You don't have to glare at the world through a foggy window and feel all nauseated!"
"Look, Retina, I do have a hunch about what your problem is."
"You do? Well, can you fix it?"
"Jeez, I'm not the optometrist version of Bob the Builder. It takes time! Besides, with all the moving country stuff, I'm a little preoccupied!"
"Oh, Peanut... you know, I'm really going to miss you."
"So will I, Miss Retina."
"You must be peanut butter because you're making my legs feel like jelly."
"Huh? Did you just-"
"The only thing smoother than the peanut butter is this pickup line!"
"Your eyes are as blue as window cleaner!"
"What?"
"What?"
"Jeez, Peanut! If you're trying to pick up chicks, it's not working."
"We'll see, Retina. We'll see."
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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...
