It's embarrassing but true: I'm a disposable-camera junkie. Ever since my last real camera started making pathetic whirring sounds as it struggled in vain to advance the film, I've lived in denial, telling myself I'd buy just one more disposable to tide me over. That was two years ago. Since then I've gone through a dozen, guiltily toting them to weddings, Caribbean vacations and weekends in the country. But I'm sick of grainy pictures that should have been great and puny flashes that make a walk in the woods look like a midnight stroll. And after paying $15 a pop for...
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