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CHAPTER FOURTEEN: I ALWAYS HATED POACHERS
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→ OCTAVIA STOOD NEXT to dick as they stared at one of donna's pictures. "she's so good." octavia said.
"yeah." dick agreed softly. a man walked up next to dick, "she's got a killer eye." he said.
"yeah, and a killed left hook." dick joked. dick looked at the man and chuckled. he stopped and looked back at the picture, "i've known her since i was a kid."
"that's cool."
"no, her mom worked with my dad sometimes. so we ended up hanging out." dick said, "i was there when she got her first camera."
"you aren't special, i was there too." octavia commented.
the man gave her a weird look, octavia pointed to dick, "he's my brother." the man nodded, looking back at dick, "so um—"
"it was nicon f5, she must've burned through fifty rolls of film a week. i mean that was before everything went digital, of course. i personally prefer analog myself, i mean the pixels right?" dick motioned to the picture, "who doesn't like to the ability to fabricate a whole chromo schematic?" octavia mentally face palmed, watching dick rant about film.
"paul." a woman said.
"excuse me." the man said walking away.
dick looked at octavia who was just smiling at him. "what?"
"you're a social event disaster." octavia said.
dick sighed, "i wonder what the penguin's doing right now."
"i wonder what the joker's doing right now." octavia said.
"we should stop coming to social events." dick softy.
"i totally agree."
"come on, i see bacon wrapped eggs over there."
"what?"
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dick was messing around with a salad with octavia was awkwardly watching him. donna walked up to them, "how're you doing?" she asked the two siblings.
