The boy didn’t like what he saw, so he took out his eyes.
It hurt more to keep them in and think about what he was seeing, than it did to take them out of his head.
So he took them out and as he held them both, one in each hand, he smiled and he felt a lot better.
He was happy.
He never had to feel bad again, because you don’t know what you can’t see, and you won’t feel bad about what you don’t know.
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