Polaroid

Polaroid

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Someone told me that anything can happen in a blink of an eye. That a simple picture can make an unforgotten memory. That captured memory could last forever... That is if it doesn't fade, This isn't my story, it doesn't have any happy ending either. But if you want to take the risk to know how a quick flash changed 'that' person's life. Then step in and remember, Everything started with a Polaroid.
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