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I think my old glasses conspired to break my favorite pair. Now I have to wear one of those heavy, old prescriptions. Hopefully I get bored enough to ignore my laziness & take in my broken pair to get repaired. More than likely, I'll wait until both of these break too. Imagine I said all that in the whiniest voice you can think of. It's that last thought or the eye twitch I've developed from wearing my old glasses that's going to force me to un-break what's broken. That may sound metaphorical, but I really am talking about my broken glasses. Someone stepped on them when my little brother knocked them off my face (I'm preparing him for his fight club).
