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Using vintage cameras as a centerpiece is an amazing idea!

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I still don’t know what to choose… Nikon or Canon! I’m a begginer and I gotta learn a lot. Let me read and research more.

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One day i’ll end up with a collection like this…

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"It's not cold, John." You shake your head and feel his forehead. "You're burning up. Fuck." How the fuck do you take care of a sick person?

“Are you cold?” You shrug out of your jacket, draping it over his shoulders. “It’s pretty damn hot in here, John…” You’re worried that his body temperature could be messed up.

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You’re a little surprised that he took you seriously, but you shrug internally. Whatever makes him feel better. You pull him along by the hand, whistling the tune to ‘It’s A Small World’ quietly. The kid looks scared to death, so you pull him forward and turn your head towards him as you walk....

"Never seen a movie?" Okay, consider you shocked. "Damn John. What have you done all this time?" You enter the gates, the happy music getting louder. You haven't let go of John's hand the entire time.

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“You’ve never HEARD of fucking Disneyland?” Your jaw went slack, almost dropping open. “John. John. How.” You shake your head in disappointment, stepping forward and taking the comb from him before brushing it through a couple times, then shrugging your jacket back on and sticking the comb in a...

You're a little surprised that he took you seriously, but you shrug internally. Whatever makes him feel better. You pull him along by the hand, whistling the tune to 'It's A Small World' quietly. The kid looks scared to death, so you pull him forward and turn your head towards him as you walk. "Hey John. Seen any Disney movies?"

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"Are you cold?" You shrug out of your jacket, draping it over his shoulders. "It's pretty damn hot in here, John..." You're worried that his body temperature could be messed up.

“John.” You smile at him slightly, taking the empty carton from him. “How ya feelin, tough guy?”

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You flinch for a second when he comes closer, but immediately calm down again. Your hand comes up to his head instinctively, stroking through his hair. Apparently you have a compassionate side.

“John.” You smile at him slightly, taking the empty carton from him. “How ya feelin, tough guy?”

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"John." You smile at him slightly, taking the empty carton from him. "How ya feelin, tough guy?"

You finally find him, and drop the bags with a thunk, grabbing a chair and pulling it up next to the bed. “OJ or AJ? Or should I ask, wanna get better or have your thirst quenched?”

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The faint sound of happy music can be heard as you shrug out of your jacket, draping it over the handlebars and grabbing a comb from the pocket. You turn around, handing the cherry red comb to John with a wink. “You look like you just saw Michael J. Fox transform into a werewolf or some shit....

"You've never HEARD of fucking Disneyland?" Your jaw went slack, almost dropping open. "John. John. How." You shake your head in disappointment, stepping forward and taking the comb from him before brushing it through a couple times, then shrugging your jacket back on and sticking the comb in a pocket. "As for being near people... You can hold my hand if you want." You smirk and wink at him.

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You raise an eyebrow. "Watch what you grab there, Crocker. And OJ it is." You pat his arm lightly and reach for the juice carton, handing one to him.

You finally find him, and drop the bags with a thunk, grabbing a chair and pulling it up next to the bed. “OJ or AJ? Or should I ask, wanna get better or have your thirst quenched?”

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You finally find him, and drop the bags with a thunk, grabbing a chair and pulling it up next to the bed. "OJ or AJ? Or should I ask, wanna get better or have your thirst quenched?"

“Come in…” You croak weakly. Your head’s pounding and you’re just in a downright awful state at the moment.

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The faint sound of happy music can be heard as you shrug out of your jacket, draping it over the handlebars and grabbing a comb from the pocket. You turn around, handing the cherry red comb to John with a wink. "You look like you just saw Michael J. Fox transform into a werewolf or some shit. How about a smile, you're at Disneyland for fuck's sake. Happiest place on earth. Besides maybe the bedroom of a Strider."

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You do just that, entering through the door and going towards the sound of his voice. "Yo John, you back here?" The grocery bags rustle as you walk.

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hells-of-ill-beats replied to your post:cough cough You’re here for one reason, and that reason is to take care of sniffling beauty over there. You come armed with orange juice and assorted medicines. You wanted to bring apple juice, but the internet insisted that this was the better choice. You sigh as you knock on the door.