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July-August 2009


Kathryn MocklerWebsite

Yesterday I borrowed my sister’s make up mirror to get at an eyelash. As I pulled the mirror away from my face, I noticed something strange.

“Am I cross-eyed?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she said.

“Since when?” I asked. “Is this a recent occurrence?”

“Since forever. Since I’ve known you,” she said.

“But nobody told me.”

“Nobody wanted to tell you because they were afraid it would hurt your feelings.”

“You mean I’ve been walking around cross-eyed all this time?”

“Yes,” she said.

“That would account for all the strange looks and nobody wanting to be my friend.”

“It would,” she said.

“You told me it was because I had a bad personality.”

“You do,” she said. “And you’re cross-eyed.”

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