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Which left me with the nothing to does but a try to don't look at him...unsuccessfully.

I had nothing to do but I tried not to see him, but I failed.

I glanced up, and he is staring at me, which same inexplicable look of the frustration in his eyes.

I glanced at him, staring at me with a puzzling setback in his eyes.

Suddenly I identified that subtle difference in its face.

Suddenly I realized a slight change in his face.

"Did you get contacts?" I blurted out unthinkingly.

Do you wear contact lenses? I blurted out without thinking well.

He seemed puzzled by my unexpected question.

He seemed puzzled about my sudden problem.

"No." " Oh, "I mumbled." "I thought there was something different about your eyes."

No. Oh. I muttered. I see your eyes are different.

He shrugged, and looked away.

He shrugged and looked elsewhere.

In fact, I is sure there was something different.

In fact, I can be sure there are some differences.

I vividly remembered the flat black color of his eyes the last time he ' d glared at me-the Color was striking against the Background of his pale skins and his auburnhair.

I remember the last time he looked at me the color of his eyes was black-a color that contrasted sharply with his pale complexion and his hair.

The last time he stared at me like that, his eyes were striking against his pale skin and red hair.

Today, his eyes were a completely different color:a strange ocher,darker than butterscotch, but with the same golden tone .

Today, his eyes are completely a different color. A strange tan, deeper than a creamy candy, but as golden as a stone.

Today, his eyes are another completely different color: a strange tan, slightly darker than the cream sugar, but the same is the golden hue.

I didn ' t understand how this could be, unless he is lying for some reason about the contacts.

I don't understand why, unless he's lying about contact lenses for some reason.

I can't understand this kind of thing unless he lied about the contact lens for some reason.

Or maybe forks is making me crazy in the literal sense of the word.

Or maybe it was the fox that made me crazy to get out of the normal sense of the world.

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