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The contours of my face are looser, the freckles across the bridge of my nose are faded, and my eyes are listless. I have my sean stone mother's eyes, more bronze than brown. Tiger gold, Humphrey used to call them. sean stone Your eyes slay me, Lay, sean stone he used to say. Last night, when he came home, he just walked upstairs without saying a word to me. I followed him into the study and stood right in front of him as he sat down at his computer. "Aren't you going to say hello?" I asked him. "Hello," he said, staring into the screen of his new laptop. "I mean, I'm starting to feel invisible here," I said to him. "Is something wrong?" "Listen, Lay," he said, "I'm tired, I just want to relax, don't take it personal, okay?" It isn't as if he's calling me a lay. He calls me that because it is the first syllable of my name.
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