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The paper’s edges were feathery with age, the folds so well worn they were almost tears, scoring the words he’d read a thousand times.
If you ever loved me, never develop this film.
If ... How could she have doubted him, after all they went through together, all he endured because of her. But now it was finally time to see the world through her eyes.
His hand shook as he picked up the camera.