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Orange, pink, yellow, bluish—these are my favorite colors for them. Putting them on I feel orange and fun, flirty and pink, yellow and creative, blue and stylish. I was always feeling different wearing sunglasses. Just when I put them on, I feel that I’m protected, I’m seen in a different light, I’m in a winning position. I stop worrying how I look, I feel secure and in peace around people. Darling. No, daring. That’s the word. I feel daring.

I feel daring. I lock my door and start strolling down the street, taking my time. Just thinking about my first day working at the cafe makes me wipe a bead of sweat off my forehead. I keep my head high, hoping that this summer sun won't leave a trace of sunburn tonight. As I open the doors of the modern looking cafe, a wave of cool air refreshes me, making me feel much better. I quickly take off my sunglasses, slip into my uniform, and grab a notepad. The first customers walk in.

The first customers walk in. They reminded me one time when I was a kid and had to follow my crazy aunt everywhere. She used to have a huge and bazaar sunglasses. She had a habit always touching them and taking off to rub glasses on her fluffy skirt. Once I had to borrow those sunglasses from my aunt to use them in a play for a final touch ...to create a perfectly great Salvador Dali.

...to create a perfectly great Salvador Dali. But, it was a bad idea, so I decided to go traveling instead. So with only my hand bag and sunglasses I took the first flight to Cancun.

I took the first flight to Cancun. Diego of course doesn’t know about it. As he doesn’t know that I’m paying to that nice sweety Huanita to tip me on all his moves. Maybe more reasonable would be to act as a lady and just take away all his money. Take away all his money and his job, too... and what- ever I can take away from him. But really, that redhead bitch shouldn’t have sent me those photos. So, here we go: hat, sunglasses, purse, bikinis... Get ready, kiddos, I’m coming over!

Get ready, kiddos, I’m coming over! Somebody’s cigar was smoking in the ashtray. Serious men in white suits looked like meerkats. I picked up someone’s chip, shifted my sunglasses to the tip of my nose, and put it on for eighteen. the wheel spun ...

The wheel spun. I raised my head and began to look around over my sunglasses. My gaze was cold and passionless, did not linger on a deep cleavage and bare legs. As a computer, I recorded the location of cameras and security sensors. Noted the number of guards and their equipment. I could not afford to make a mistake.

I couldn’t afford to make a mistake. I was going to travel all the way to Africa to join my colleagues in their research. This required me to pack my luggage very carefully. Medications, special clothes to protect me from insects, two bottles of cognac and high UV protection sunglasses. I was very inspired by the journey, it was my first experience to act as a chief expect in archeology, therefore, I was to do my best to make a reasonable judgment.

I was going to do my best to make a reasonable judgment. That was my thought as I looked over the car’s dash at this desolate fork in the road. Should I head back with the money or keep driving. Should I travel down the path to my left or turn my wheels to the right? If I go left, I would have to tangle with Tony and his boys. Oh, yeah they didn't care if I brought the money back, It's the pound of flesh they wanted. Well, I made my choice, back to El Passo. As my car moves from west to the east, I churn up gravel and dust. Maybe it was the Sun's glare telling me something. In one motion without taking my eyes off the highway, I reach my hand into the cars cluttered glovebox, as envelopes and paper spew onto the floorboard. Then finally with fingernails, I grab my sunglasses. As I secured the glasses to my face, I noticed a group of young deer grazing. They seem entirely at ease as my car zig-zagged, on and off the dusty road. My car with the dust and noise it didn't startle them. So maybe I made the right choice.

So maybe I made the right choice. All the next night and all day the thought of the right to do so did not leave me. I had only to come to terms with the fact that nothing could be returned. The sun was slowly going down to the orange ocean. I got up and went to meet it. Fiery ultraviolet burns my face. I remembered that I forgot my sunglasses in the car, but I did not want to go back. The cold sand of a deserted beach burns my feet. Finally I got to the house. Fell on the sofa and just told everything.

The end.