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“Would’ve been a strange family photo if it was,” he said. Max didn’t know where his loved ones were anymore. Too much time had passed since he had seen them, they likely thought he was dead. In a way he was. The idea of poems made his eyebrow quirk. He wasn’t much of a reader, or very smart, he only knew one thing. “What would you have to write about?” the vampire asked, curious to what a slave could want to write about.
He laughed, shrugging his shoulders. “I suppose so. Still a bit of a shit deal. Glad I can do something to make it a little easier.” Not that he was doing much at all.
“I guess . It would also be weird to write poetry on the back of a family photo,” He joked slightly. He’d go for maybe a notebook, but hadn’t really thought of asking someone for one. “Huh?” He tilted his head, a little confused. “What do you mean, what would I have to write about?” Harley laughed. “What, do you think I didn’t have a life or experiences before being dropped here? Kind of a silly question, I’ve got plenty of things to write about.”












