"Faith gives us real eyes, to realise where the real lies." – Unknown
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"Hey, Fletcher, I wanted to ask you–
"Morning, Peanut!"
"–About that– wait, Retina?"
"Uh, yeah? Who else would it be?"
"Er, no one."
"You're weird. Why did you call me?"
"I wasn't– ugh, never mind."
"Okay, I won't never your mind."
"Have you ever been in a bouncy castle before?"
"Not since I was like, eight years old."
"Bouncey, bouncey, bounce!"
"What the heck are you talking about?"
"Bounce, bounce, bounce!"
"Are you on drugs? Are you drunk? Are you high? I want whatever you've had."
"No! But guess, I want to see how ridiculous your guesses are."
"Are you a secret agent, part of the FBI or something and you're trying to fool me into thinking you're an eight-year-old kid, but you're secretly just spying on me?"
"What? No, guess again."
"Are you part of a group of nuns who worship the Pizza God and solemnly swear that they are up to no good, living out the legacy of Fred and George Weasley?"
"Have you read Harry Potter?"
"No, but some bookworms at my school go on and on about it, so it catches on. Like measles. Or chicken pox. Or herpes."
"Yeah, yeah, okay. I just have one question. How have you never read Harry Potter before?"
"Because reading's for nerds!"
"Are you calling me a nerd?"
"Yes!"
"Says you, Ms Too Popular To Have Time For Anyone!"
"That's not an insult, Peanut."
"It is now, Retina."
"I have a song I want to sing to you. It's called, I Hate You, Please Die."
"So, you don't read books, but you read Scott Pilgrim?"
"Comics don't count. They have cool pictures."
"In that case, I can top your song with my newest single, I Am So Sad, So Very Very Sad."
"I'm in lesbians with that song."
"Me 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...
