Am not going to speculate on the nature of the various vision gizmos. Their properties defy logic anyway.
So, about the story. Well, am not a deathfic reader either. Maybe a bit of a curious guy, you know, not being able to look away. But I keep my emotional distance because I don't want to bond with death
That said, this bit caused my thus fortified mind to come up with a humorous anecdote... (Hope you don't mind
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Clark murmured to her, as he had done countless times since her diagnosis of a grade IV astrocytoma in her spinal cord. The doctors told them that that type of tumor was rare but was more likely to occur in people who had been exposed to radiation.
Had he known. Oh, had he only known earlier, he would have stuck to checking out his wife's backside like a regular guy instead of cheating and peeking at what lay hidden by those tight skirts.
Michael
