Picture Perfect
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1 min readJul 28, 2018
She was in there a long time. Long enough for all the arcade attendants to gather together.
We suspected obsession, playful flirtation, homemade porn a dollar at a time, magical rituals in snapshot form. One of us thought she might have fallen asleep.
She left, cheerful, with a two-inch stack of photos four to a strip.
We still don’t know. But since that day, every couple who uses the booth comes out flushed and smiling and won’t tell us why.
One of us needs to try the booth ourselves, to see.
As soon as we get up the nerve.
