My glasses. Where are my glasses?

Where are my glasses?

No.

I broke my glasses again.

I broke my glasses this morning.

I took off my glasses. She took off her glasses.

Oh, dear me, I just mislaid my glasses.

First my glasses disappear, then one of my suitcases.

But we couldn't find anything but my glasses.

And I remember taking the goggles off my face and looking down at my hands in sheer shock, because my fingers had swollen so much that they were like sausages.

I am very, very happy to be amidst some of the most the lights are really disturbing my eyes and they're reflecting on my glasses.

And I remember taking the goggles off my face and looking down at my hands in sheer shock, because my fingers had swollen so much that they were like sausages.