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May 29, 2007
“Do you regret?”

The humidity was horrible. The world was sticky. Everything was oppose of the first day he saw her.

He squinted at her through his viewfinder. She was scratching her shoulder, not really looking at him, but she had asked him a question, hadn’t she?

“What was that?”

Her face was wide open, emotion in ever pore. He caught it with one click, then she was looking away again.

“Regrets. Hundreds of small regrets bouncing in my head. They’re going to eat me alive.”

Thunder punctuated her thoughts, and Nick helpless clicked his pictures as she walked away.