Janice brought her new boyfriend over the other night. They not only brought wine, but four different loaves of bread and cheeses. I did clean the carpet before they came; we all sat and ate on the floor. I noticed when he would laugh it seemed like a voice buried under layers of fat. Well, they are gone now, and I realized he never took a look at my paintings on the wall-only a fast glance. I really wasn’t surprised. I noticed early in the evening, sitting close to him, with the right reflection of light his glasses were very smudged. Anyone with smudged glasses doesn’t look at anything clearly.
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