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(event: I ran into a friend walking down Market Street but I barely recognized him. He no longer wore a plaid shirt and jean jacket; he wore a gray blue suit. His eyes were brown. "Are your eyes brown?" I asked. He told me his eyes used to be hazel but last year they suddenly darkened. The same thing happened to his father in his 35th year. My friend took photos of himself every day the year his eyes turned brown, and you can see them changing. When I knew him he was single and had scruffy hair to his shoulders. Now his hair is short and clean and he is married and his wife is pregnant. "I'm happy for you," I said, and I took his hand, which felt just like his old hand.)
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