We stood on the steps in complementary coats, trying to look like we weren't trying to not look at the camera. One head slightly up, one slightly down. We put parts of our hands slightly in our pockets, stuck out a hip, bent a knee, balanced on one foot with the others toes on the ground. We touched the collars of our coats, we squinted at nothing. The photographer told me to look into the lens, and I did. And I squinted at the reflection of myself, the small reflection, what version of myself I could see.
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