Put it away. Away, I said. Waving your camera all over the place and what not, at all hours of the night? If I may, I believe the term is "cease and desist." Generally, I prefer direct light to remain out of retinas, yet here you are blasting up the place like National Geographic just discovered a new species. Snapshotting for a documentary, eh? No? Just an asshole? Got it. If you want to know the truth, I don't enjoy flashes in my face, especially when it hits that point of the night when my eyes have proceeded to glaze over and, having crossed into "hot mess" territory, the infamous red flush appears. It is simply inevitable and I would appreciate your discretion. And don't think I don't know what you're doing. You want to race home so you can prove to the good people of the interweb that you had a, er, night on the town. Jesus H Christ! I'm pretty sure when Kodak was inventing their slogan they didn't have your ridiculous behavior in mind. In my opinion, cameras were invented to capture, I dunno, say, nature's goodness. Maybe to remember Nana and Pep Pep after they've passed into the great beyond. Not you and your lifeless friends who, if I may say, look like they no doubt share my conviction.
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