Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.
Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.
And I know this happens because I took economics, and I'd explain it to ya, but I flunked that course. Not my fault. They taught it at 8 o'clock in the morning. And there is absolutely nothing you can learn out of one bloodshot eye.
Bloodshot eyes, frequent headaches, demands for unusual amounts of privacy behind locked doors are some things parents can be aware of.
Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories