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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ℙ𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ⋆˚☆˖°⋆。°
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Ongoing, First published Jul 09
Your life consisted of flashing cameras, extraordinary outfits and shuttering lenses. Red carpets and big stages, lights and action. 

But none of that ever revolved around you, no, you were the one behind the fourth wall, the photographer responsible for all the pictures featured in albums, billboard ads and what else. 

Your latest contract? It had you working under a commercial company, working with fashion, idols and Vogue. It pays you enough for you to have to work a second job as a barista, but it's more stable than freelance. 

It was fine, your life. Strangely amazing and strangely terrible. Meeting extraordinary celebrities and serving insufferable Karens. What a life. 

Get ready though, because you're about to leave all that to become none other than the Saja Boys' personal, glorified roommate / babysitter!
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