Why the f*ck did you give me hope?

It's kind of hard for me to read this. I have a glass eye, after all. I can still see your horror as I explained to you that my left eye isn't real. Then I popped it out and rolled it around the table a bit. You sat there stunned and so did the rest of the restaurant. I admit, putting it in the garlic bread and the fish tank was kind of crossing the line. But I'm sure you've seen worse. I think it's you who is the problem. You and your judgey restaurant. Have you never seen a person with one eye before? You only have one breast, so who are you to judge me? Only God can judge me. Please, return my glass eye and forget about the past. I still love you. Please. The eye costs almost a grand.

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