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The photo lay there on the counter, untouched for days now.
Near would sit and stare at it, his complex mind preoccupied with thoughts and memories from years ago. Memories of Mello and Matt, memories of the two doing whatever it was that they did together. This often bothered him, though he’d never admit it.
He knew that when he looked into the eyes of a photo, he was looking into the eyes of a dead person.
It never stopped him from looking.