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As Belian set up his tripod in the serene clearing, the dappled sunlight danced through the foliage, creating a perfect canvas for his lens. He wasn't famous, but he still liked his job. Adjusting the settings on his camera, he framed the scene, eager to capture its ethereal beauty. Just as he was about to press the shutter, a figure stepped into his viewfinder, blocking the shot.
"Excuse me" — he said looking from the camera to the other person. He didn't seem to be disappointed or annoyed. — "You're standing in the way, I can't see what I'm photographing"
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