Dangerously His
I'ts not that I'm addicted to it, it just relaxes me, calms me down a notch.
Now being able to breathe with a little more ease, I try to rationalize the nightmare. The kid walked like me, looked like me, but his eyes...
I pull out my phone and google 'baby eye color calculation', calculating the chances of a blue-eyed mother and a green-eyed father having a brown eyed child.
'Result: 50% possibility of blue eyes, 50% possibility of green eyes.'
I tighten my jaw, and forcefully push the phone back into my pocket. "It's google. It doesn't know shit."
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