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Our first tale is entitled Kenneth, written by Huxley Adams and read by Christopher Moss.

Back in the mid-90s, I used to work at a film processing store.

Who would bring in their film to be developed, and we do it for a nominal fee.

My boss was a creepy scumbag who would make copies of people's photos for himself if

they showed enough skin.

We really should have reported his behavior, but we were afraid the whole place gets shut

down with a lawsuit, and we'd have to go find new jobs.

Needless to say, the jobs paid the bills, so I got my mouth shut.

We got lots of tourists who would bring in their vacation photos to be developed, never

to be seen again.

But we had regulars too, mostly moms who would bring in real after real of their kids'

sports games, birthday parties, and graduation ceremonies, and then there was Kenneth.

Kenneth was a man in his 40s.

I met him on my first shift in some every Thursday night after that.

He'd bring in the same thing every time, one real film and a small black canister, with

two roles of quarters to pay for the development.

He never said much to me, and I only learned his name after about a year after I started

working there, despite seeing him every week.

The processing machine we had did all the development work, so the only time I'd ever see

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