The Splendor of Netheril
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Sorry, I was taking tomorrow off. My glasses broke, and I didn't dare ride my bike. With 600-degree nearsightedness, I spent an entire afternoon searching the school for an optician and couldn't find one. I could only take a taxi into the city tomorrow... (Finals were the most important thing, and friendless me didn't dare ask for leave or skip class, meow~)
I was never a lazy author, but without glasses, I really couldn't do anything. I typed even these words by practically pressing my eyeballs against the screen with all my might... Friends with a twisted sense of humor could check the group for pictures of my misfortune... and of Glasses-kun, who passed away very peacefully _(:з"∠)_548859662
I was truly, truly sorry (~_~;)
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