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3 pictures staring at me. They've been there since the beginning of time. They haven't turned yellow, the prints were still pristine, their corners still sharp. In them, happiness and bliss, not something that concurrently happens on ordinary days.

Time flies, we live each day not knowing what's gonna happen the next. What's already happened, becomes distant memories entrenched within us, forever being a shadow for the rest of our lives.

BFG imminent. I turned it down without even considering.

Just what am I to you? Were you the Riddler out for revenge, I am no man in a dark cape.