Uh... [ she wanted to be judgmental she really did but, fuck it. no one else had taken the initiative to talk to her in wacko land. which probably meant he was a wacko. but that was her type, right? ] Nothing Gold Can Stay?

[ claire held up her little bracelet and stared at it, her gaze eventually tracking back to him. ] It's not the same.

I know you might think I'm a weirdo, but there's just something about, like, the smell of a dark room. And then you hold that picture in your hands for the first time and it's like experiencing that moment - that place in such a completely new light you felt like you've never been there before. Digital is bullshit.