let me go, go, go

There were excuses. There were always excuses as to why the photos on his girlfriend's walls weren't of him, but someone else.

'It's for fashion, Luka, you know this- anyways here I've been working on something new-'

Or the:

'Oh did you see the new pictures I posted of us? They're really cute and I even printed some, oh where did they go, shoot-'
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Or worse, when she saw him glancing at them and would just grow silent. The silence was always worse.