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Clown-photographers strutted about [the restaurant}, taking pictures of customers with cheap polaroid cameras, and then obliging them to buy the proof of their own enjoyment.
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Soon,
No Justice would have her photo back, and her bra, and it would be as if
Will had never been here before.
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I had determined to keep the Polaroids with the War Bag in Future; for low risk, punitive exhibitions like that against the rabbits it would more than repay the extra weight and the amount of time consumed using it.
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Jim
held a camera loosely in his right hand. A bag over his shoulder carried
packs of Polaroid film and a flat box of the folding cards he'd had
printed up to hold his pictures.
The younger man approached first. Jim smiled, held the Polaroid up. 'Want a picture?'.
War is atrocity, pure and simple: only greed, nationalism faith help us pretend otherwise. the only shocking thing about the pictures was the act of photography itself, they realization that people wanted to record these events, that they believed there were other people who would want to see them too.
The
van swayed as he got up and moved passed her. She heard what was sounded
like a draw being opened above her head. Other, quiet noises for a while,
and then he back in front of her. There was a dry, rasping sound.
'I'm
cold she said. 'this floor is so cold.'
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There were so many photographs that my eyes started dancing around.
... and there was a song playing as the family drove out to the desert ("Someone Saved My Life Tonight," the writer says) and the ashes dotted the Polaroids of your mother and father as young parents and all the places we went as a family and the lit pool kept steaming behind them with the scent of gardenia flowers rising up into the night air...
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Having glimpsed her life before the event, only then did I look at the Polaroids Nina had left me. These showed Jessica's apartment on the day when the LAPD had found it. They too were flat, blank views, but they were not uninflected. Every square millimeter said something quite direct: their very existence announced that the girl who had lived in this place was dead which is why I wanted to see the others first.
Nina picked up the Polaroid which showed the bedroom, and peered at it. 'Your right,' she said. 'It's not there. And I didn't see anything like it in the apartment.'
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Techs in white bunny suits were going over the car with a handheld USB microscopes and evidence vacuums. A few others were snapping Polaroids, as well as regular photographs.
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My sleepwalking appeared to be completely benign, and we all came to accept it as an idiosyncrasy which I would one day outgrow. And sure enough, I eventually did. By the time I had left home and begun life as a medical student, somnambulism had become a distant part of my mental landscape, faded to ghosthood like the old Polaroid photos of my youth.
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Tacked to the wall of the [office] cubicle, which was made of fabric that would have been ugly as a carpet, let alone as a wall, was a series of gelatinous Polaroids showing a small black-and-white cat with staring eyes.
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Beside it there's another photograph, a glossy Polaroid taken by Nick on a visit they'd made, earlier this year, to the battlefields. The last week of February, snow on the ground. No time for a man of Geordie's age to be travelling, but they both new this would be his last time, and that if they didn't seize the chance to go together then, they would never go at all.
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I
asked them, "You boys live around here?"
I was curious to see the x-ray room, which was down the hall in another part of the office. Everything was large and clean, and they had a machine that turned out x-ray machines instantly like a Polaroid camera. I don't believe Dr. Pelinowsky really understood how lucky he was. I used to spend entire afternoons in a little darkroom developing those things, sopping the stiff plastic sheets through one and another basin of liquid, then hanging them up on a line with tiny clothespins. I used to tell Mama it was nothing more than glorified laundry.
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None of the other stuff would have caused pulses to quicken at the Antiques Roadshow: a couple of unused Letts diaries from 1975 and 1976; a bunch of keys on a Ford Escort keyring; plates and teacups wrapped up in old newspaper; a couple of Polaroids inside a manila envelope - two boys; one a baby, the other a toddler, and later the same two as a pair of gawky, unsmiling teenagers.
She walked into the room holding a small bundle of photos, half a dozen Polaroids and a couple of other slightly bigger standard prints.
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In the kitchen he poured himself two fingers of ice-cold vodka and opened his letter. It contained a polaroid photograph and on its reverse side, scrawled in turquoise ink, the following message: 'Greek Helm. c. 800 BC. magna graecia. Yours at a very special discount - £29,500. Sincerely, Ivan.
'Right,' Lorimer said. 'Now, about this helmet.' he spread out three polaroids of his helmet collection and handed Ivan the list of their provenances. Ivan glanced at them and pushed them away.
Here he encountered his first actors - men and women in evening clothes of the 1920s, having their hair combed, lipstick retouched, jewellery fastened and checked against the evidence contained in many polaroid photographs.
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I glanced at the photo of the Gentleman Monkey that I'd perched on the dashboard. I'd thought of taking him with me to London, to show him to an expert at the Museum in person - but then dismissed the idea. he was to bulky. And possibly - exciting thought this - far to valuable. So I'd borrowed the twins' polaroid camera and taken a few shots. they hadn't come out to well, but I was in a hurry. This was the best one, but it still didn't do him justice.
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'You know what I had to do to those people? I mean they're all dressed to kill and ready to party and celebrating this really happy event, you know? And I have to go around with a friggin' Polaroid of a dead guy with a hole in his head just in case he might be their date or their father or whatever. Now you want to take a stab at the statistics? How many out of all those people do you think are going to puke when they have to look at a picture of a bloody corpse at a wedding reception?'
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'You
have an employee named Rocky Conwell.
Grace
shivered and felt the tremor spread. 'I don't understand.'
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''I'm
not going to shoot you.'
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There were sculptures in the middle of the woods, and it was our job to track some of them down, using grid references and landmarks. Each party of five boys also had been given a Polaroid camera, to take a snap of the sculptures- prove we'd found them.
I thought of Travis before he was born, the doctor slopping a dollop of gel on to Kim's stomach, then the scanned image on the scanned image on the screen, like a butterbean in its pod, and the Polaroid they gave us to take home.
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I handed him another note and he passed me a Polaroid One Step. an instant camera, devised in the 1970s, so party goers could reassure themselves that they really were having fun.
... she placed a large sun hat on her head, angling it, perkily, this way and that. A nineteen-fifties pin-up, naughty, but wholesome. With every change in pose the men raised their identical Polaroids and clicked.
Derek had introduced me and I'd handed Ann-Marie the Polaroids I'd taken. She looked at me suspiciously.
Ann-Marie had returned the Polaroids to me at the door. 'A souvenir.'
I gave him a Polaroid camera and a new packet of film. he laughed and said he would rather use his own. Maybe that was when I knew I'd made a mistake. I insist on Polaroids because then there's no negatives. I control the image. but there was something in his laugh that made me give way. somehow I couldn't insist.
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Because it was December, the decorating scheme would be Christmassy. Already a slender tree stood in the front-parlor window, diminutive white lights twinkling tastefully from each branch. Now Rebecca set up another tree in the dining room, chunkier and messier, smothered in a decades' worth of construction-paper chains and Polaroid photos of the children pasted on paper-doily snowflakes. Some of the photos were faded past recognition. Many were interchangeable, since Davitch babies tended to look fairly much alike below a certain age.
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He reached inside the bag, careful to keep away from the telephoto lense and the bloody sandal and lifted out Giacomo's wallet. May as well profit from the crime now it was done. But there was only twenty thousand lire. There were documents, a driving licence, tickets for the Brindish-Igoumenitsa ferry, a photograph, polaroid, of a middle-aged, pleasantish woman holding two young children and another of a naked, dark girl cross-legged on a double bed, hands behind her head to make her nipples point as the camera
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"She has you tie her up and blindfold her and lick every square inch of her body. Then she makes you put weird things inside her and she gets into these incredible positions like a contortionist and you take pictures of her with a Polaroid ccamera."
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Those Polaroid self-portraits... fair enough, they complement the pen-and-inks below but... On the other hand... On the other hand, if he used photos of Jenny rather than himself... He feels the jittery excitement he used to feel quite often in the old days when he'd stroke a brush over canvas and surprise himself with the rightness of the result. use photos of Jenny instead! Of course, of course...
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Men
you have slept with. What you remember the most:
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She
pulls her panties down to her knees; doesn't inch them down sexily or
anything, but fucken yanks them, smiling like you just found here in the
Mini-Mart. See what I mean about Ella?
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Then,
after scouting around, he found a camera shop, where he bought a
state-of-the-art Polaroid camera, which spewed the photographs out of the
front with a satisfying whirr. Although the films were expensive, he
bought five. After all, he wasn't short of money and could claim them back
on expenses.
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'He
cried. I haven't seen him cry since Jeffrey. He borrowed my Polaroid. You
didn't know I was a photographer, did you?'
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'What
about the negative?'
'It's a shame there's no photograph,' more than one of them said. And I explained to them how his employers in Corona had taken a pair of Polaroids, but nobody could furnish a copy. One was on his ID, which he'd very likely retained; the other had conveniently disappeared from his file
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Now Aiyi beams and points to a Polaroid picture of my father. My father had wisely sent the pictures when he wrote and said we were coming. See how smart she was, she seems to intone as she compares the picture to my father.
And then I have another plan: I hold up the Polaroid camera, beckoning Lili with my finger. She immediately jumps forward, places one hand on her hip in the manner of a fashion model, juts out her chest, and flashes me a toothy smile. As soon as I take the picture she is standing next to me, jumping and giggling every few seconds as she watches herself appear on the greenish film.
And now I see her again, two of her, waving, and in one hand there is a photo, the Polaroid I sent them. As soon as I get beyond the gate, as we run toward each other, all three of us embracing, all hesitations and expectations forgotten.
My
sisters and I stand, arms around each other, laughing and wiping the tears
away from each other's eyes. The flash of the Polaroid goes off and my
father hands me the snapshot. My sisters and I watch quietly together,
eager to see what develops.
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-...her that was in Deacon's...thinks she kin cocktease aw she wants...no wi this boy here she cannae...slipped ehr a couple ay jellies tae wash doon wi her voddy n she wis oot like a light...huh huh huh...still goat the Polaroids...thaire straight doon the back ay that bus shelter at the shoaps if that slag steps oot ay line again...
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Finally
I spoke up. 'These crime scene photos, however graphic and obscene, still
don't prove that Ellis Cooper is your murderer.'
Two members of the ERTs were taking Polaroid shots in the kitchen. Another, wearing a white coverall called a 'bunny suit', was looking for fibers and hair using as alternative light source. Everybody had on rubber cloves and paper booties over their shoes.
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Adam Bonzado pulled the Polaroids from his shirt pocket. He took another long, studied look, then slipped them back into the pocket. it probably wasn't a good idea to have the photos out while he rummaged the shelves of the local hardware store.
So
here he was again, burying himself at work to get his mind off Maggie O'
Dell. What better way to do that than at a hardware store armed with
a handful of Polaroids and a mission to add to his tools-of-death
list.
Then he saw it. The angle looked right. The size looked right. He slipped out the Polaroids again for a quick glance. Yes, that was it. The end of the double-end nail-pulling pry bar looked like the impressions left in the skulls.
He had driven back to West Haven, all the way to his lab at the university to retrieve the rest of the Polaroids Dr. Stolz had given him. It was bad enough the victims' head wounds matched the exact angle of the pry bar he kept in the El Camino, but now he needed to check something else.
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"Go
ahead. Look. You're in some of them."
Hely and harriet-badly startled-glanced up into the white pop of a Polaroid flashbulb.
She leaned down to show them the Polaroid-still pale, but clear enough now to make it out. "Wonder if it's going to come out any better?" she said. "You two look like a couple of Martians."
The boxes were hinged and screened at the top with fitted handles on each end....
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The next envelope in the stack was also from O'Donnell, but it did not contain a letter. Instead she pulled out three Polaroids-strictly amateurish snapshots. two of them had been taken outdoors in daylight; the third was an indoor scene. For a moment she just stared, the hairs on the back of her neck standing straight up, her eyes registering what her brain refused to accept. She jerked back, and the photos dropped from her hands like hot coals.
And
a stalker. She never knew someone was watching her. Taking
photos of her. Sending them to the very man who pursued her in her
nightmares.
Rizzoli opened the large manila envelope she'd brought with her and removed the three Polaroids, encased in Ziploc bags. These she handed to Dr. O'Donnell. "Did you send these photographs to Mr. Hoyt?"
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I was walking over to her car. Tammie had climbed into the back seat and was going through that terrible mess- clothing, paper bags, paper cups, newspapers, beer bottle, empty cartons- piled in there. Then she found it: the Polaroid camera I had given her for her birthday.
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She
was prepared for absolutely anything to emerge from that purse- something
steamy and lurid and reeking of sex, although what would that be, precisely?
But all the old woman brought forth in the end was a photograph.
"See? See?" she demanded, and she held it up and swung
slowly from left to right.
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"We
can't be shooting off guns in the back yard."
She leaned down to show them the Polaroid-still pale, but clear enough now to make out. "Wonder if it's going to come out any better?" she said. "You two look like a couple of little Martians."
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From time to time, Thomas could be seen standing in the street outside the shop taking Polaroid pictures of a plantation desk or a chest of drawers being off-loaded from a truck. Thomas would then deliver the photographs, together with catalogs of upcoming sales and actions, to the jail a few blocks away so that Williams could see his new purchase and make selections of what to buy or bid on next.
Mrs. Williams came out onto the porch with a Polaroid camera in her hand. "All right now," she said, "everybody get ready to look pretty!" [...] "Later on," she said, I'm gone carry all these pictures over to James. I just know when he sees them he'll feel like he's been part of the party too. I really do. Whenever something important happens, I take a picture to show him. I took one of the wisteria when it blossomed over the front door, and he called and said, 'Thank you, Mother. Now I can tell it's spring'"
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An officer with a Polaroid camera flashed one last picture of the scene, then made room for them. One look at the boy, and George froze. His slumped shoulders straightened, and his face went white.
She continued as though he weren't there. She pulled out a recorder, checked the tape inside and set it for voice activation. She took out a Polaroid camera and made sure it was loaded with film.
The small tabletop was covered with the Polaroid photos she had taken earlier. She attempted to put them in chronological order-hands tied, neck strangled then slashed, puncture wounds. Page 75. Maggie had spent the entire trip next to him quietly buried in the Alverez. Photos of the crime scene and her own Polaroids were scattered across her lap. She was obsessed with completing her profile as though it could somehow save Matthew Tanner.
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'I actually have a loathing of my own body, and the only way I can fight it is by confronting that image daily, hour by hour, minute by minute. Which is why my bedroom wall at home is simply plastered with polaroids of me. Stark naked.' Meanwhile, boys, don't let the thought of all those polaroids distract you too much from yourGreek irregular verbs...
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Everyone went about their business with a grim-humoured detachment, professional indifference reducing the corpse to an afterthought, to angles of calculation, measurement, geometry and Polaroids.
They showed him some pictures to underline their point. The man next to Vinnie shoved him forward, making sure he saw each one as he held it up, half a dozen Polaroids of smashed knees and elbows, ghastly nighmare cocktails of gristle and bone.
"Who's the wee lass?" asked Blair, pointing to a Polaroid on their notice board. It was a picture of the young woman who had crashed the Range Rover.
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She eyed the table of off-duty cops drinking their cut-rate beer. She saw the odd-job boy taking Polaroids of the customers which Jack will present as gifts.
A woman with a camera turned and saw that she was being photographed. A woman in a dark coat was aiming a Polaroid right at her. It was only then that she realized she'd just seen someone shot in her own viewfinder. There was bloodspray on her face and arms.
He
vomited into a polyethylene bag he had somebody manufacture for his
twistboards. Then he picked up the phone and called his roommate, George
Senator.
They sat at the counter and there's a copy of the Morning Star lying right there waiting. They look at each other. Jack ripped through the pages and found the add. George took out the Polaroids.
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'There','
he says into his headset, 'Go in on that.'
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"Is there anyway I can take a look without disturbing the
scene?" She was already taking out a pair of latex cloves from
her black case.
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It's
a dump. Yet it doesn't feel like a dump because all over her modest apartment
Yumi has decorated the peeling wallpaper with photographs from home.
Everywhere you look there are all these Polaroids, snapshots and
photo-booth pictures of smiling Japanese girls making V-signs. One
round-faced, shyly grinning girl seems to feature in many of them.
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Rex got up and went back to the car. He took the Polaroid camera out of Saskia's basket and took a picture of the service station.
He looked at his watch. Nineteen minutes to eight. He leaned against the car for a while, stared at the TOTAL building, and then took the Polaroid out of his breast pocket. It was no longer the same scene. One or two cars had gone, a new one had driven up, all the people had changed places.
Could he possibly have made the Polaroid just as she was coming out? Standing near a rack that held yellow Michelin road maps, he held the photograph up to the light.
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...though as time went on, the photographs hurt less and less. When I saw Elizabeth and me together in some greening Polaroid, it was as though I were looking at strangers.
"Did
you take pictures of my wife's autopsy?"
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Picking up from our highly successful high school fake I.D. business - we were the first in town to utilize the then-new Macintosh technology, obliterating the competition, those still using Polaroids and postcards - and from the back room we've begun a tiny graphic design operation, complete with laser-printed letterhead and raised-shiny-ink business cards...
By now, the baby-sitter's done with whatever he wanted, has left on his basketed bike and is back, at his hideout, telling his friends about it. They are having a good laugh. He is showing them the Polaroids-
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...Edgar and the two other men gazed at me in ecstasy. It sure helped my morale, I can tell you. They pinched me everywhere, checked my teeth and the whites of my eyes, made me turn around, smile, and then they sent the other girls away. I was already dreaming of a big career in the movies, and you know, I wasn't far wrong. Picture this: two minutes later a photographer with a Polaroid zeroed in on me.
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"They're partials," he said abstractedly as he began taking photographs with an MP-4 Polaroid camera. "The ridge detail's damn good. Good enough to classify, I think. I'll run these babies through the computer right away."
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Wesley began spreading out the photocopies of Beryl's letters from Key West , the sketches and report, and a series of Polaroid photographs of her yard, the inside of her house, and finally of her body in the bedroom upstairs.
I could have kicked myself for not taking a Polaroid photograph of the painting.
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She simply walked into Classic Caterers and told them she wouldn't be coming to work any more, jumped on the train and rode down the East Coast clutching a portfolio of Polaroids she's taken of the finest meals she's served and the exclusive locations in which she's served them.
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Now I read these pieces over, and its as though I've opened up a kitchen drawer and found a Kleenex box full of already nostalgic Polaroid snapshots and postcards.
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Impossible, said Drenka, but the next day, going through Silvija's dresser, Drenka uncovered from beneath her cotton nighties a stack of Polaroids.
...Don't leave anything out," even while he eased into her the way Nera pretended in the Polaroids to be penetrating Silvija.
Sabbath had not been mistaken, he thought, to have never written a single letter or to have insisted that it should be he, and not she, who filed away for safekeeping the Polaroids he'd taken of her at Bo-Peep.
Not even Yahweh, Jesus, and Allah have been able to stamp out the fun you can have with a Polaroid.
He ransacked the remaining draws. Letters to Deborah Cowan dating back to grade school. Perfect place to hide Polaroids.
The breasts were a pleasant surprise in one so think-weighty, sizable, crowned with nipples that came out indigo on the Polaroid film.
(A third shoebox, marked "Taxes 1984," contained Polaroids of five of the girls.)
Michelle's hidden Polaroids had to be at least five years old. Mementos of an old affair. Ready for a new one?
The half grapefruit had been segmented for Sabbath. The segmented grapefruit. Fundamental to their way of life- as fundamental as the Polaroids and the ten thousand bucks.
Nothing was clearer to Sabbath than that Norman must never lay eyes on those Polaroids.
Sabbath removed from his interior pocket the envelopes with Michelle's money, feeling to be surer the envelopes of Polaroids was still there.
It takes more courage than one might imagine to destroy the secret diaries, the letters, and the Polaroid's, the videotapes and audiotapes, the locks of pubic hair, the unlaundered items of intimate apparel, to obliterate forever the reliclike forces of these things that, almost alone of our possessions, decisively answer the question "Can it really be that I am like this?"
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...hands over a sample of the invitations, which Damien never bothered to look at but wants to see now, along with certain 8 x 10s and Polaroids of tonight's various waitresses, stealing his two favorites- Rebecca and Pumpkin, both from Doppelganger's.
"Sad because you are all idiots and just now on this beach you have realized it," Didier says vaguely, ready to Polaroid.
Speedos after Bermudas, baseball caps are positioned backward, lollipops are handed out, Urge Overkill is played, Didier hides the Polaroid, then sells it to the highest bidder lurking in the shadows, who writes a check for it with a quill pen.
"Me nonethical?" I choke. "Whoa-wait a minute. You peddled Robert Maxwell's autopsy photos, you scumbag. You had fucking Polaroids of Kurt Cobain's blown apart-skull. You had shots of River Phoenix convulsing on Sunset. You-"
All
my clothes had been removed.
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"You
talked to the clerk at this motel, the Fort James Motel?"
"See, he's got burns here and here." Marino points to his left cheek and neck and pulls out Polaroid photographs from the inside of his suit jacket.
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All the while I tried to figure out what the mark meant. It was an irregular circle incompletely filled with a strange brownish discoloration that I believed was the imprint of a pattern. But I could not make out what, no matter how many Polaroids we looked at from how many different angles.
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I stared at waves of bright red eosinophilic inclusions within infected epithelial cells, or the cytoplasmic Guarnieri bodies indicative of a pox-type virus. I fitted a Polaroid MicroCam to the microscope, and took instant high-resolution color photographs of what I suspected would have cruelly killed the old woman anyway.
Turning on my microscope, I put the slide o the stage, bumped magnification up to four hundred, adjusted the focus as the dense center, the cytoplasmic Guarnieri bodies, came into view. I took more Polaroids of something that could not be true.
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Polaroid pictures depicting the evidence we had so far were also pinned up. Captions had been written in marker on the photos. The captions read:'known skills, Gary Soneji', 'hiding locations, Gary Soneji', 'physical characteristics, Gary Soneji', 'preferred weapons, Gary Soneji.'
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"Raised him as a pup," said Mr. Joyce as I returned to him a Polaroid photograph of the dog in question.
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