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he replied sitting up, “you got the camera right?”
I glanced over at the bag on the floor, pulling out the camera, “yep, check.”
“Make sure it has enough space, carry the tripod as well for steady shots,” he added, “you got to take the hell out of that party,” he concluded, “and remember stable shots.” He annunciated stable like he was talking to a preschooler.
“I know, I know. It’s not my first rodeo,” I grumbled, slipping the camera back in. It was a heavy piece of equipment.
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