( he takes the phone dutifully, flicking through her camera roll. it's hard not to look too long at any of the photos - all of them, with all her bare skin on display, her made-up face. when he's finished, he hands back the phone, expression unreadable.
then, he offers, softly, talking before he can stop the words from coming out of his mouth - ) You're beautiful, Amy - you know that, don't you?
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then, he offers, softly, talking before he can stop the words from coming out of his mouth - ) You're beautiful, Amy - you know that, don't you?