click click goes the shutter.he turns back and sees another boy with brown hair and a worn out camera in front of his face taking a picture of him."Excuse me, sir. I don't remember giving anyone permission to photograph me," he says, hands on his hips and a slight scowl on his face. the tick-tick-ticking of his wristwatch loud and clear in the silence of the early morning. the other boy slowly lowers his camera, a sheepish grin on his face and his cheeks tinted pink."I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. You're beautiful."

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