“Eyesight not what it used to be? Should we get you some glasses?” I patted my thigh, and that was the only invite she needed. Lennox crawled into my lap, resting her head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her. “I already have some.” “What?” she asked, looking around. “How come I’ve never seen them?” I shrugged. “I don’t wear them much. They get in the way at work.” “Why don’t you use contacts then?” “Never much liked the idea of putting something in my eye,” I admitted. “It kinda freaks me out.” She pulled back, scrunching her face. “You’re a cowboy.” I waited for her to elaborate,
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