HypoFaker
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Her name is Toffee, and she loved to paint, photography, baking, or anything that involved passion and sight. Note that the word loved is used. But now Glaucoma stole her sight. Now she's in a deeper hole than she was before. Now life is going a million miles an hour. Now she is unsure of her future. Will she be loved? Where will she go? What will she do? Toffee is in a world she cannot see.
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