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 o 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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