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Anything... hey! Hey!

Careful?

Are you all right?

- Jesus.

- Yes, I'm fine.

You sure you didn't

break anything?

I'm fine, thanks.

There was a woman just now.

She had flowers.

Did you see her?

She had a hat.

A hat?

Well, you... you...

you mean Candice?

That was Candice?

That was yesterday, Emma.

No, she was here

2 seconds ago.

Tell her to come back.

Candice was here yesterday.

Yesterday?

Wow. There is

some research out there...

about a perceptual delay...

in the early days

of the surgery.

I don't understand.

It's like a flashback.

You see something new...

but don't understand what

it is until the next day.

You think

that's what happened?

No, no, no.

I think you were dreaming.

Look over there.

Your second eye

is healing well...

but the next few months

might be difficult.

You may experience...

a wavering

in and out of focus.

You may be able...

to see sharply in

your peripheral vision...

while your central

vision remains blurry.

Or things might suddenly

jump into focus.

Other than that,

you're ready to go.

Go where?

Home.

I want my money back.

Thanks.

Thanks, bro.

You all right?

Yeah. Which one?

There it is.

That?

Ralph!

Hi! My God, look at you,

you're so gorgeous!

You hunk of burning love!

I love you!

Emma, hey!

This is my friend...

from the Sun Times.

The reporter.

He's gorgeous!

He's beautiful!

I can't believe this!

Have a seat

in the kitchen.

What was your condition,

the technical terms?

I had traumatic

cataracts...

and severely damaged

corneas.

From?

My mother smashed my head

into a mirror.

Michael, can you get

the phone?

Michael! Michael!

Why?

I wasn't supposed to play

with her makeup.

These surgeries...

have been fairly routine

for years now.

How come you didn't

know about them before?

Um, well, I was told

my retinas were screwed up.

My mother and her doctor...

said I wouldn't be

able to see again.

But now

you see normally?

Things are still

kind of jumbled...

and it's going to take

a little time...

but every

once in a while...

I see something

really clear.

It's the most

incredible thing.

Are you pretty?

Do people tell you

you're pretty?

My boyfriend does.

That's nice.

OK.

You're on your own,

little man.

Go on. Go upstairs.

Good boy.

Go on. Go on.

Hey. L...

I don't need any help.

I'm fine.

I wasn't asking.

The mailman put one of

your letters in my box.

I slid it

under your door.

Thanks.

Time... 3:
48 A.M.

Mr. Cuchetto?

It's all right.

I took care of it.

Go back to bed.

Hey, Ralphie, yeah.

Here's your rabbit.

That's a good boy.

Time... 8:
32 A.M.

All right. Mom's up.

I'm up.

Oh, sh*t.

Valerie!

Mr. Cuchetto?

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