"He was looking at me. No, more like staring at me - as open a the old camera he was holding, a camera with a big hole where the lens was supposed to be, and the insides exposed.

       And I stared right back at him, taking in all his colors.

       Edges of sand-colored hair, soft, vein-blue eyes, and the green cover of the paperback book he was also holding."

 

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