[Nate's almost surprised himself when the Polaroid ends up in his hands easily, but he doesn't regret the spontaneous action. This is not a door he wants to open. When he speaks, his voice is low and rough.]
This picture doesn't matter. It's got nothing to do with Drake.
[He still doesn't even glance at the actual photo, not once, but he tucks it away into the pages of the journal with infinite care.]
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This picture doesn't matter. It's got nothing to do with Drake.
[He still doesn't even glance at the actual photo, not once, but he tucks it away into the pages of the journal with infinite care.]