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| After watching me struggle to maintain control of my opponent with one hand and fix my sports goggles during a match with another, Mom finally decided it was time to try contacts. |
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| I mean... they LOOK okay. |
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| They feel much worse than okay. |
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| Mom wanted me to try putting them in on my own. |
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| The gal at the office was VERY patient, but in the end, like many many other things around Vandyville, Mom finally couldn't take it and just did it herself. UPDATE: Even though I lost an important match because the kid kept purposely pulling my glasses off and pinching me, I stubbornly refused to wear them. Mom says I won this battle, but the war is far from over! |
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