“Drake, I took this picture. This is my photograph. I developed it with my own hands, chemicals and all.” It was my turn for my eyes to round. “Holy shit! Are you serious?” “Yes. I entered it into the art show, but it disappeared off the wall. I always thought it was sabotage, one of the other art students took it to kick me out of winning.” “Shit,” I said as I flopped down on the bed beside him. I looked at the shot. It was me doing a handstand on the railing of the football stadium, a shadowed profile with the sunset behind me. An act that was thrilling and had gotten me lots of attention
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