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My contact sheets are ready.
Will go downtown this evening to get them.
*nervous*

This is _everything_. Not really. But really yes.

The phone call felt a bit like when the doctor's office calls to tell you the test results came in and won't bloody tell you if it's good or bad news and you're sitting there on hold waiting for the receptionist to find the doctor.

The contact sheets are at the desk. And that's all I know.

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Very tiny pictures of all the photos from my headshot shoot out of which I must choose one or two to represent me.

Luckily, the news is very good.