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Leslie POV
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I stare at the pictures, we took back while we had gone to the movie.
There was this photo booth, an automated one, where you can pay and take pictures.
I dragged him in, he gave up his fight, knowing how stubborn I can be.
I stared at him as I smiled, and he pouted at the pictures like he was forced to do this.
But my lips which looked swollen soon pulled him into a kiss
And f**k ,the pictures are already a memory.
These photos are so tiny, with a white space down to write our thoughts.
But I just want to leave it blank because our faces holds so many things that I can never write it down, in any words.
I'm still dressed in the same outfit, and smell like him.
Thank God, no one was home when we came.
He didn't bring me till the door, I had my car pa
