I turn around.
"Take my picture."
Well, you don't have to twist my arm. "Okay..." I take his picture, too quickly for his liking. "No, WAIT, wait..."
He takes a few seconds to compose himself to best display the Tupac tattoo on his hand. "Okay." I snap again.
I like the first one better, but only just a little.
If you ever see me on the street, feel free to order me to take your picture.
*the scissors
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