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She sht now I could say what I’ I ure out how people feel and see life?"

I shrug,out of the car as I prepare to ju that it could be like a video diary or sos"

"Hey, I’e part of your life, Nova Reed You better include me in this"

"Did you seriously just last-na the keys fronition "Oh, yeah Now pull out that dahtful views on life"

I readjust s back into the car and retrieveher er across the screen and click on the video icon

"We’re so going to get you a real camera" She turns sideways in the seat and tousles her auburn hair with her fingers "That thing’s going to make me look all blotchy"

I hold up the phone, positioning it so I can see her in the screen "You know they cost a shitload of o"

"Wait, what should I say?" she asks, still fussing over her hair The sun shines brightly behind her and all that’s really showing up on the screen is her silhouette "I’ether, I try to restrain the laughter bubbling up in my throat "I don’t know You’re the one anted to do this"

She narrows her eyes at me "Well, you’re the director"

"I a to see life through a different eye"

She points a finger at ives a clever look "That should be your title"

I sigh with frustration "It only records for a few , you better hurry up and do it"

She wavers for a few seconds longer, and then s her hair off her shoulder "Okay, so here’s the deal I knohat you’re all thinking That I’ slutty clothes that’s about to go in and screw her ex-boyfriend who cheated on her" She waves her finger at the caue "But don’t be fooled, ht not be who I am on the inside, and I always have s that I do" She strikes a pose, blowing a kiss at the camera, and then rolls her eyes and her shoulders slu for a few seconds longer She’s never said anything like that before, and I find it fascinating that she’ll say it to a camera, especially with me behind the lens I press Stop, and the screen shifts back to the icon I tuck rabs the door handle

"Shall we?" she asks

I nod "We shall"

We climb out of the truck andravel One… two… three…

"So I was thinking we should relax tonight," Delilah says, linking arallon paint buckets

Four… five… six…

"And avoid any kind of draate

Seven… eight… nine… "Like getting into fights?" I latch the gate shut Ten… eleven… twelve…

When we make it to the front door, she slips her ar her shoulders and sticking out her chest "And the bitch deserved it"

"You broke her arm," I remind her, as she raps her fist on the door