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I got a tattoo when I turned fifteen, lied to the guy at the shop that I was older, not that he believed me but he didn't say anything anyway. Guess the extra twenty in my pocket actually made a difference, wish it did on my mom, boy was she pissed! She told me it was a damn stupid thing to do, getting the name 'Jon' inked on my ass, especially since Jon was just a puppy love and when he left me I'd be feeling pretty dumb, but maybe it was just a life lesson I'd have to learn on my own. Well, I'm twenty-eight now and Jon's long gone, got killed in a motorcycle crash, and the only things I have left of him are my wedding pictures and this tattoo. |
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