Outnumbered's Book
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Give Me My Eyes Back
It took ten years to walk into the heart of the gloomy big shot. He was entirely dependent on me because he couldn't see. My heart ached for him and his blindness, so I exchanged all my task points for a pair of eyes for him. He regained his sight and freely showcased his ambitions in the business world. Yet, he had strands of a woman's hair on him. I watched as he embraced and kissed his white moonlight, saying, "Baby, I only love you. That woman is just a toy for my amusement. She's not worthy of me now." I coldly laughed and said, "System, take back these eyes and give them to someone who truly needs them."