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It was rare to find Dawson without a camera somewhere on his person. It just so happened on this particular day, he was peering through the viewfinder in an attempt to adjust the lighting through his lens. The older crowd in Peach Hollow knew Dawson Sawyer as a crazier kid, always preaching about education and the ignorance of the townspeople in the face of something as astronomically devastating as an entity now not only emotionally but physically tormenting the town. Other sympathized, knowing it hadn’t been too long since his girlfriend Cecelia has died at the Peacher’s hand. But, he didn’t talk about it much, rather opting to dedicate his sadness to bringing the killer to justice that took someone he care about from him.
Dawson had been turning around when he suddenly viewed someone’s face through the lens, immediately startling him. “I wasn’t recording. Don’t worry.” He assured the other person, shrugging his slender shoulders. “But you do have a face for television, I’d say. Cable is a dying industry though so don’t take that advice to Hollywood.” Dee then slung his camera around his neck as to finally look the other in the eye. Despite the popularity of his youtube channel, he wasn’t quite sure if people knew what he was doing it all for. Most days he just looked like a freak with a camera. “I am recording a video though about a murder’s impact on a suburban town. Heavy subject matter, but it is considerably reality television at this point.”
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