"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, tomorrow I'll miss you." - Paul McCartney
DEDICATION: Snickers_Diva for being here from the beginning, when Waffle Cones had under 1K reads. Wow, you're still here! I can't thank you enough, lovelie <3
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"Woosh, woosh, woosh the plane, flying along the sky..."
"How's the airport going for ya?"
"Same old, same old, just loads of planes and stuff."
"Woaahhhh! Airports have planes?! What a revelation!"
"Anyway, Miss Sarcastic, your dance recital's today! How're you feeling?"
"Like gummy worms are writhing around in my stomach and having violent reactions with the hydrochloric acid in there."
"So, you feel like crap?"
"Anyway, to distract myself, I'm lounging on the roof of the building. It's beautiful up here!"
"Is it?"
"Well, from what I can see of it..."
"Oh, um, right."
"Peanut, I still think my weight is correlated with my eye condition. But my scale broke, and I think I'm gaining weight again! Before you go to Italy-"
"We'll have to see how light you really are."
"But that's not going to happen anymore, I suppose."
"I-I'm sorry for letting you down, Retina. For not finding a cure for your condition. For not saying the words I wanted to say to you in person."
"Aw, don't get all mushy on me, my mascara will run!"
"Mushy mush mush!"
"You're so weird."
"You're as mean as I am weird."
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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...
