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You start taking pictures of your enemies. Then get employed as part of a paparazzi, be a famous photographer. All of your vintage old-timey photos become a viral sensation. Everyone wants to get photographed by you. You're a celebrity. You work for magazines, big companies, and schools for yearbook photos. You grow old with your camera, it's value goes up to millions. Your intention was never to sell it. You decide to retire and work in a small town as a camera repairer. You find a quiet little area and live the remainder of your life there with your significant other, your children and grandchildren eventually visit. You're old now. Your family doesn't call you anymore, your significant other has passed away. You only find joy in taking pictures of the criminals in the newspaper. Even then it's not enough. Looking forward, you've accomplished everything. Although you miss your friend, you no longer are filled with the heavy, shadowing regret. You take a picture of yourself, now you know what all of those whom you've taken pictures of for all those years, experienced. It's peaceful. Your family comes down again. You reportedly drowned in the shallow river by your home. An estate sale happens, no one wants your old junk. Two kids come, paying a nickel for that old Polaroid. Your family never knew its worth. One takes it home, snapping pictures of the other. The faded warning still reads clearly. Your story has ended, but theirs is just beginning.
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