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- “Take my picture!” he demanded. He posed against the fireplace, stuck his tongue out, and crossed his eyes. “Hurry! Take my picture.”
- “It doesn’t have any film,” I said. “I just got it. Besides, when I do get film, I’m taking Reena’s picture — not yours.”
- I turned and aimed the lens at Reena. Then I pretended to take her picture and pushed the shutter button.
- The flash went off — a bright white. I heard a metal hum — and a square of paper came sliding out of the front of the camera.
- Chapter 4
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