The Perfect Shot
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When a photographer walks into his favorite bar just to have a drink after a long day at work he leaves with a newfound knowledge of how to take The Perfect Shot.
NOTE: I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE USED IN THE COVER, IF ANYONE KNOWS THE ORIGINAL OWNER PLEASE MESSAGE ME
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