Bruce looked at the camera's viewfinder, searching for specks of dust while his right hand gripped it tightly. He blew lightly, leaving the viewfinder spotlessly clean. Jake, his assistant, took out some large telephoto lenses from a large steel, black-colored cabinet. A knock was heard at the front door. "I think it must be those models...." Jake said, dashing out of the...
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