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The next morning, Charlotte woke up groggily. She spent most of last night brainstorming what to do with her newfound pile of money. Her vision was blurry when she sat up. She rubbed her eyes. When she removed her hands, her vision remained blurred. Half of her vision.

She squinted, confused in her dazed state. Her right eye was blurry. She rubbed it. It remained blurry. She huffed in slight frustration, brows furrowing and eyes squinting. “Huh..?”

She grumbled incoherent words as she stood up. She stumbled, accidentally bumping into her bed stand. She shook her head. This vision issue was a pain in the ass. But it was probably a symptom of bad sleep. It'd go away as the day progressed.

She wandered to her bathroom to splash some water on her face.

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