"Between a gasp and a sigh, a life can change forever." – Tim Lebbon
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"Have you ever wanted to travel the world?"
"What happened to your Westerden Optometrist greeting?"
"It's always either you or Fletcher calling, and my question works either way."
"Aw, look, boyfriends calling each other regularly. How adorable."
"He's not my boyfriend!"
"Mmhm, if you say so, Optometristan."
"Back to my deep and philosophical question?"
"Your question was as deep as a kiddy pool."
"Oh, so as shallow as your personality, right?"
"Ouch, my heart! You've pierced it with your rude insults, you jerk."
"Jerk is my middle name, hun. Speaking of which, I'm really in the mood for some beef jerky."
"Oh, man, I haven't had beef jerky in years."
"Seriously? Wow, you really took the cheerleading thing to an extreme. Giving up beef jerky? Can't relate."
"Hey, it's not all bad! We have pizza lunches every month."
"Do you actually eat any of the pizza?"
"Point taken."
"Well, going back to my snazzy conversation starter, I've always wanted to visit Greece."
"Why Greece?"
"Why not Greece? It has such a rich history and beautiful monuments!"
"Yeah, but also buck-naked statues of Greek gods. Kinda creepy, if you ask me. Besides, Greece is having a debt crisis, right?"
"Still, it's a nice tourist destination."
"Ah, well, Rome is totally up my alley. Julius Caesar? What a guy. Super dreamy."
"You find a guy who pissed off the Roman senate so badly that he was stabbed by them twenty-three times... dreamy?"
"Insignificant details! I stand by what I said. Et tu, Brute?"
"You definitely used that in the wrong context. Did you even read the play?"
"I don't read, remember?"
"But comic books still don't count?"
"Comic books still don't count."
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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...
