dog years: Diamond Eyes
When you asked if I'd seen your glasses, I was holding them behind my back, my thumb on a lens.
I waited until you'd walked across the shop floor and then I held them up above my head and said, "Here they are. I found them".
With the long florescent lights shining down, they must have looked like diamonds to you.
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