Warning: Contains strong language.
She was a photographer. Always making things immortal with her camera. She'd never alter them on computers; Never used black and white hoặc sepia. The picture would always be protrayed as it was...the only difference being that the image would stay there forever, encased in her little world. Her camera.
I respected that.
She lived in the apartment room just above mine, I would always have the tv on real loud, getting a lot of complaints from the other tenants but I didn't care. To hell with them. The tv blocks out every other noise that bleeds through the walls,...
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