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Photographic Evidence (continued)

I rummaged through my bag, tore out my camera and placed it around my neck. Even though it was my day off,2 I knew this was it. This was my award winning picture. What would I call it? A silent hell? Quiet chaos? I need this shot. I placed my camera on the table to get the most obscure angle as possible.
Of course, it didn’t work. I could only see to the table’s edge, I got my winter coat and folded it into a square so that the camera was propped perfectly up for the amazing scene I was about to capture.

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