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boots.

I heard someone knocking at my door. “Come in,â€? I said.

There was a click, and then I heard whoever it was in my room walk up to my bed. I assumed it was a man; the footsteps were heavy, which usually meant the thick work boots men wore during the day.

He turned off my radio.

“Who is it?â€? I asked.

“Dr. Karon.â€?

Karon? The name almost made me laugh. Karon was a girl’s name, wasn’t it? This was definitely a man. But a doctor? Not another doctor. I hated doctors- all they did was make me take examinations and finish pointless tests.

It was obvious; I mean, how much does it take to know that someone is blind?

“What is it you want?â€?

“Well,â€? he began, taking a sharp breath, “there’s actually something we discovered about your… condition.â€?

He paused, waiting for a response.

“Which is..?â€?

“There’s some new technology that might be able to fix it. Nothing painful, I promise. You could get to see.â€?

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