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The Photos
I didn’t want to have those photos taken in the first place. The man showed up uninvited and wouldn’t leave until we paid him. We put the photos into an album. It was strange to look at all of us from this sideways angle. Later on no one could tell me what had happened to the album. We suspected my two aunts. They hated each other, but they were a good team when desperate measures were needed. The photos were never found again. My aunts are gone now too, so I suppose this will forever be a mystery.
GloPoWriMo Day 18 - an elegy
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