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                                                                        ''''     - gemini edition

📺 Nightmares of the Future: Episode 8

🗒 Vanity: 1 - Eyes

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After a busy long week, I left early today. The team gave me dirty looks for leaving them, but something was in my eye. I have been searching in the mirror for two hours, sweating. Violently rubbing is the only way to feel relief from the sandpaper under my eyelids. I pinched a hair in my eye and pulled. It was stuck. A sharp, stabbing pain shot into the back of my head. I trimmed the hair as closely as I could using nail clippers. In an instant, it felt as if I was staring into the sun, while a train horn went off next to me, and I passed out.

Hair

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