So I've been carrying the camera around for a few days now. It turns out taking photographs is quite... fun! Using different angles and filters to get the perfect shot is very interesting to me. I can see why Tiny Maus enjoys it so much.
Although, I do feel bad about keeping it, which is strange. I steal people's possessions all the time and never give them a second thought. I suppose it is because this camera has, what is it people say? Ah, yes. "Sentimental value."
Maybe it is also because I feel a connection towards her. During my encounter with her, I could tell she had spirit, as scared as she was.
I wish I could return the camera to her, but I have no idea where she lives. Not that she'd let me in to her home... I don't exactly have the greatest reputation, do I?
Ah well, maybe I shall have to hang on to it. It isn't like I am ever going to see her again.
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These Streets
FanfictieKommissar is a dangerous gang leader who rules the streets of NYC. Intimidating, fearless. A threat to everybody. After receiving a large sum of money from a from a deceased relative, Beca decides to move to New York. She accidentally stumbles onto...
