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"Why are you holding a camera?" Her eyes flickered to look at his. She possessed no poker face—her discomfort made him smile, even now. "I don't know," replied a disembodied voice. The sound of his words made his heart beat faster, made the memories come rushing back in some horrific nightmarish image of a carnival ride. She displayed her white teeth to him in an awkward smile, the flashing red light reflected in her eyes. They weren't looking at the camera—they were looking at him. "Talk to me," he said, loving to film the shape of her face in all that silence but knowing her awkward quirks. "I don't know what to say." Her voice was quie

"You like him, don't you?" "Woah, where the heck did you come from?" "You'd think that you'd be used to that by now." "You'd think." "You didn't answer my question." "Yeah, I was planning on distracting you to avoid it, and now I forgot what you said." "Liar. But I'm repeating it anyways. You like him, don't you?" "Who?" "You know who." "..." "..." "I don't like him, he's more like a brother." "What if pigs flew?" "What do pigs have to do with my feelings?" "I don't know. What if he were the last man on Earth?" "Are we playing the what if game?" "What if we were?" "..." "..." "Ok, that's a yes. If he were the last man on Ea