“I’m trying to take a picture of you, please stop moving.”

“I don’t… I don’t like pictures being taken.” It reminded him of how he disliked what he looked like. How he always wore two faces;  the human one and the one just under the skin. Maybe he was just over thinking, but he didn’t stop moving. Not entirely at least. “Can’t you take one of someone else?”

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