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An individual. A singular person. Who just happened to share his body with about a dozen other “individuals.” I crossed my arms and sighed. How the hell was I going to make this work?
"Ms. Walton, stand slightly to the left of center for me please."
"Huh?" I barely registered his words as they broke me from my thoughts.
He frowned. "Ms. Walton, please. We're wasting time here. Please move to the left of the center so I can line up this shot properly.”
Blunt, to-the-point Arthur. I stood and moved to where he was motioning. He waved his hand until I reached the "correct" position. Once I did, he started snapping photos.
I tried to stay focused on the task at hand, but it was a little hard to do. I
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