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We straighten , bu our snickering is barely contained as we attempt to focus our attention on a picture of a discarded Coke can. “This guy’s lady love is kind of a slob, don’t you think?” he whispers.I cover my mouth with my hands again.”A reaaaaaaaal litterbug.””Stop it,” I hiss. My eyes are watering. “Ohmygod look at this one! How did he get her toenail clippings?””If you were my girl,” he whispers, “I’d take creepy pictures of your trash when I knew you weren’t looking.””If you were my girl,” I whisper back,” I”d put the creepy pictures in a foreign museum so you wouldn’t know that I take creepy pictures.
