"The END"
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The eye is no more. It's covered in sand, the worst thing to get in your eyes ever. You feel a slight relief and slump back onto the rocks.

Closing your eyes, everything fades to darkness.

"Ross, WAKE THE HELL UP! We're going to get Maccas for breakfast. You coming or what?!"

Your friends voice stirs your slumber. Opening one eye you can see you are in the lounge room of your friends house. There are beer bottles
everywhere and the room is a giant mess. The TV has a crack right in the center..."It can't be", you think...

"Ross buddy, you were a right bastard last night!", says your friend.

"I had literally no idea what you were doing. You kept trying to watch my DVDs. It took me nearly an hour to get that remote out of your hands."

"Ugh, whatever...", you mumble back.

"Yeah whatever mate, next time we go drinking to celebrate, you're getting a cab home and not staying here."

"By the way, you owe me a new TV."

You chuckle, reach into your pocket, and throw a few diamonds his way.