[ kara that's creepy. he gives her a weary look, then looks down at their faces in the picture. he sets his stupid whale book aside, resting it on the pages like a terrible book owner so he can pick up the picture. as with every time he touches it, he can't resist the urge to run a finger along the likeness of their faces, saying their names in his head. leo, david, sarah, zach. after a long minute, he hands it to her with a distant wanness in his eyes. ] My friends.
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