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... own the glossy edge, and hang it carefully on the small line stretched across my darkroom.
The red glow of the bulb paints everything in shadows, quiet and still, except for the faint drip of liquid against the basin. One by one, the photos sway on the line like ghosts—snapshots of life frozen still.
I step back and look at them.
My heart does this stupid fluttery thing, the kind that doesn’t belong to a guy like me, but there it is anyway—giddy, restless, warm.
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