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He’s standing in front of a fire engine with two other firefighters, all three of them laughing about something just outside the frame. His turnout coat hangs open around his waist, baseball cap backwards, sunglasses tucked into the collar of his shirt.
The next picture is somehow even worse.
He’s holding a fishing pole with one hand and a ridiculously large bass in the other, grinning like catching fish is the greatest accomplishment of his life.
I don’t know why that’s attractive.
It just is.
Next.
He’s wearing jeans and boots, carrying lumber through what looks like someone’s backyard. Half a fence stands behind him while an older woman points toward something out of frame.
Community service?
Helping a neighbor?
Either way…green flag.
Next.
A golden retriever with its head in his lap.
I pause.
Of course dogs like him.
Why wouldn’t they?
Next.
Christmas morning.
There’s a little boy sitting on Luke’s shoulders wearing matching plaid pajamas while they’re both making equally ridiculous faces at the camera.
Aww, he has a little brother. That’s sweet.
I keep scrolling.
Another picture, the same little boy.
This time they’re eating ice cream.
Another.
The little boy again, proudly holding up a drawing that looks suspiciously like a dinosaur fighting a tornado.
Another.
Pumpkin patch.
Another.
Baseball game.
Another.
Matching superhero costumes.
