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~ Photograph~
This was his home.
This dirty hole. This tiny, cramped space filled with the slimy remains of meals past, colorful scraps of what had until recently been a patchwork quilt, and other assorted debris.
This was his home, and had been for as long as he could remember.
Among the scattered bits of various junk, was a single glint of silver - a photo frame with cracked glass, inexpertly yet lovingly repaired.
... and then came the day that he learned what it was to be truly cared about. And he threw her picture out.
But he still kept the pretty frame.
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