"His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad..." - J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
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"This is Westerden Optometrist and you forgot to state your favour before, Miss Retina."
"Aww, I was planning to spook you! How did you know it was me?"
"Because Fletcher and Em scream before I get past 'this is'?"
"Fair enough. Anyway, do you think that you could make it to my dance recital in two weeks?"
"Me? Dance?! Uhh..."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeease?"
"Retina, your eyes take priority."
"Then why haven't you fixed them yet, hmm? If I could glare at you accusingly right now, I would, you hypocrite."
"Touché, Miss Retina! All right, I'll go."
"Thank you thank you thank you!"
"You're welcome you're welcome you're wel-"
"Bye, Peanut! Love you!"
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"Wait, love?!"
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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...
