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She sits on the front row of the most important runway shows and as a lone star in the designer showrooms with her legendary sunglasses perched upon her nose with crossed arms. All expressions are blocked to the public and left disclosed to her, and only her. This keeps the words, “I think I know what she’s thinking…” from escaping anyone’s mouth during her overwhelmingly silent critiques, because really they haven’t the slightest clue. However, this does keep people’s minds racing — rather hilariously, I might add.
There’s something about people with sunglasses indoors that is intriguing. I’m drawn to them as they stick out amongst the bare-faced; I deem them to be mysterious individuals with a courage that allows them to go against the mass conformance of those in this trend-based society.
I think wearing sunglasses indoors are not so bad. But talking to somebody while wearing a sunglass is the problem here. I think everybody should talk to someone without sunglasses.