"Good morning, thief."
Jacob only groaned in response.
"Are you alright?"
Another groan. He plopped down on the coach and took the camera off his shoulder. Clara watched as he rubbed at it, seemingly in pain.
"What happened?"
"I've been carrying a thirty pound camera on the same shoulder for twelve hours a day for ten days straight. I'm basically in agony."
Clara thought for a minute.
"Here, set up the camera on this stool. I'll just sit on the couch and watch movies all day. You can sit in the chair in the corner, rest your shoulder, and watch dumb chick-flicks with me."
"Thank God for you Clara. You are a lifesaver."
A quick set-up, a countdown, and then they were rolling.
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On Camera
RomanceClara Alderson was just an ordinary English major. She had some good friends, some bad grades and some wild memories. What she didn't have was more of a problem: money. Her parents had always warned her there were no jobs for English majors, and it...
