The Mark.
I walk out of my room quietly. He looked at me just for a second and turn around. "You changed," He says. "Hm" There is an awkward silence. He breaks it by saying. "About...amm..that...Tattoo...I didn't mean to stare....I mean to look..to see... What am I saying?" "It's okay." He finally turns to face me. "Okay?" "Yah!" Again silence spread over the room. "You! I know you are a shy girl. But that is too much." He says and chuckles. "Too much?" "That tattoo you have. No one can see it. Even you can't. It's in a position where no one can actually see it. You don't wear short dresses, even if you do that it won't pop out." "I know." "Oh, that's why you made it there." "No" "No?" "I didn't make it. Because it's not a tattoo, it's a birthmark." I say. "A birthmark?" "A m
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