Chapter 3

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"Dinner!"my aunt calls.
In a minute!
Now!
I walk down. We eat in awkward silence.
"So are you going to use your mothers camera" she asks
"Maybe" I respond.
"She would want you to"
"She would?"
"Yeah it would mean so much to her"
I nod.
I probably won't I'm just too upset.
After dinner I continue to unpack.
I pick up the camera and put the film in it. I put it in my desk.

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