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Taylor and the bonfire of sparklers.
Ben wanted no part of fireworks. This is one of only a few moments that he let me take my hand from off of his ear. He was petrified.
Hailey has become such a poser these days. I can hardly get candid shots anymore. Once she sees a camera aimed at her, she automatically strikes a pose. Notice the absolutely forced smile. This look reminds me of the cheerleaders posing in high school.
Ben was fascinated the next day to inspect the damage. He was out there staring all afternoon.
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