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Aribel
“Soooo…how much is this going to hurt?” I asked.
I was seated in the chair in the back room of the tattoo parlor, staring up at a man completely covered in tattoos from head to toe. I swallowed hard at the realization of what I was doing. It had taken me two weeks to actually find time to go what with my parents here and then the new job.
Grant leaned back against the doorframe and smirked at me. He was loving this.
“It shouldn’t be too bad,” he guy said.
He was opening a package of needles in front of me. My heart rate spiked. I wasn’t even afraid of needles.
Get it together!
He filled a small vial with black ink and then set it out next to the needles. Earlier he had redrawn the arrow on Grant’s arm into a smaller daintier version for me. I’d decided to put it in the sa
