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I cast a searching look over the frame of my glasses. I could never figure out how people in movies did this so cavalierly; it always hurt my eyes. Maybe if I wore my frames farther down my nose. I felt something important about to unfold before me. You can ask me anything. How often do you and mom have sex?
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