THE PHOTO SHOOT.
I have never made any secret of the fact that I hate having my photo taken, but the other day as I was resting on the bed, I had an idea.
Maybe I would be good to mum and let her have a photo shoot with me.
How's this mum? I'm looking right at the flashy box for you.
Is this okay?
How about my dreamy look?
And my thoughtful look.
Are you happy now? Don't get excited though. The next time I see you with the flashy box, I will turn my back and walk away again.
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