Rather than spending all of one's spare time riding trains into different neighborhoods in the hope of finding a pair of frames to replace those lost on the Sam Adams Brewery tour, there should be a souk, so that all of the eyeglasses vendors are on the same street, or set of blocks, or whatever.
I guess that's called "being really rich and famous."
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oh dear. i sense that there is a story...
That's one of the many gypsy curses laid upon me when I was a child. Stuff like this happens to me without a good story to accompany it.
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