Deaf, Dumb, Blind; or, Serves Him Right
And then? I spotted a neighbor who might finally be worth spying on in the building across the street? And so I picked up the binoculars that have been sitting on our window sill since who-knows-when? And held them up to my face? And immediately got an enormous amount of black city soot in my left eye? Which is still slowly burning my retina?
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Why does oogling always lead to embarrassing, not-very-serious trauma?
God. Punishment. Etc.
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