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Being able to finally see her made the surgery worth while. Beautiful brown eyes stared up at me. There was so much love and joy, wrapped up in those eyes. She blinked, and I felt my heart skip a beat waiting for them to reopen. Seeing her is what my new eyes were made for.
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