EmeryThe four of us walked in pairs toward the photobooth— Devyn with Kairo, then Arlo with me. The photographer gestured for us to come over, so I urged Kairo and Devyn to go first.However, the photographer insisted that we pose all together for the family picture.“Oh, what a beautiful family you have! I wish my husband looked even half good as you.” She chuckled. “And look at these little cuties! This boy is so pretty!" She squeezed Devyn's cheeks. "And you, little sir, look just like your father.” She pointed toward Arlo. My eyes widened, “Ah—We—Umm, we're separate families so we’d like to have separate pictures, please.”“Ooh, trouble in paradise?" She nudged Kairo. "That’s no problem! You could reconcile here. Come, come, we don’t have all day. We got to take your picture now, so I could print them right away before you go ba
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