One day I was snapping photos of you. I snapped and snapped. You looked tense, but I kept hitting the button. I laughed and joked and said how pretty you were. You kept looking tense, but less so, and I kept taking your photograph, one shot after another. Soon I got a photograph of you, and then another, and yet another. This weekend I looked at those pictures and marveled.
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