They were taking the last walk-through before placing charges to bring the old ark of a tenement down to street level in a pile of bricks and dust.

“Hey, Boss, check out what Manny just found.”

“They were sticking out of a space between the wainscoting.”

Their foreman took the photos and thumbed them.

“Hmm, Polaroids.”

“Huh?” another of the guys said.

“Instant pictures. They were all the rage about a half century ago.”

The foreman squinted. “Pretty girl.”

“Looks like someone caught her sleeping.”

“Yeah, in the nude.”

“Nah, see here? She’s smiling through those sleepy eyes.”

“She sure has an enormous bush.”

“Nice tits, too.”

“Wonder who took the pictures.”

“Boyfriend probably.”

“Nope,” said the foreman. “See, you can just barely make out the ring on her left hand.”

“I was looking at her right hand, the one she’s squeezing her boob with.”

“Wow, she’s cute. No wonder her old man took pictures. They didn’t have video back then?”

“I’d like a piece of that.”

“Oh, yeah? If she’s still alive, she’s gotta be in her sixties.”

“Jeeze, Boss.”

“Whacha got there, boys, is a snapshot in time.”

“You mean snatchshot, doncha?”

“Shuddup and get back to work.”

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