I wrote this a couple months back... its a good story, sides you might need a break from Lizzys post... so I present to you... Guilt ... I saw my friend with his curly red hair start to approach me with the jet-black camera that I previously left at his house on his wooden dresser. As I stood there, like I had just came back from a war and hadn't seen a smile in years, he came up and said: “ Here’s your camera”. “Thanks, need it to take a picture of sadness for Photo,” I said not knowing a good conversation starter and by the look on his face, he didn't either. During this silent day, something inside me was eating me alive. I didn't know what it was. “Nice weather in the park today.” he said unexpectedly, though it was a beautiful day as the sun was shining and the red, brown, and yellow leaves were falling towards the green, wet, short grass, I had to reply with ...
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