It wasn’t paper. It was a photograph. One that contained a beautiful memory… My eyes studied the two people in the photo: a younger me, bright eyed and ready to take on the world with the girl standing beside me. She was cheesing hard, her ponytail lopsided, her cheeks red from the summer heat. Behind us was the stream where we’d just taken a swim, and on the ground beside us was a picnic I’d gotten together for the both of us. I’d taken the photo on a shitty disposable camera with a self-timer on it from the Hayden drug store. I’d picked her up from her mother’s old trailer in my father’s
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