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Part one: The photographer

He watched her. Sitting there, drinking from a coffee cup with her delicate hands wrapped softly around the cup.
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Picture number 2 from today. He’d loved her for as long as he could remember. The down side, he’d never talked to her once in his life. He loved her from afar. He didn’t know how to approach her, for years, he watched her, trying to get a grasp on her life. On who she was. So far, he’d found out that she loved tennis, dogs, and her boyfriend.
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One more snap shot just as her boyfriend was sitting down. He loathed that man. Sitting across from the most amazing creature he had ever seen. With her long, glistening black hair and her perfectly shaped lips and eyes. He vowed right then that he would talk to her. Pushing the camera inside it’s case, he stood, with a determined bounce in his step as he headed towards his love.

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