Change that title, I beg you.
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It was about the third ring when he answered "yeah?"
Taken back, I asked "is this the erm... tattoo place?"
"Yeah" the guy said. His voice was deep, and I could imagine an old fat dude with tattoos and a long beard.
"oh, um..." any confidence I might've had was gone a bit. But when he said "look sweetheart, I don't have all day" I blurted out "what's the youngest that you'll do for a minor?"
The man chuckled into the receiver, low and slow like his voice.
"Depends on what your daddy does," he said back.
I cleared my throat.
"He's a business man,"
"Well, 16 and up will do if it's small and hidden. If not, you have to be 18,"
"I'll be there later today" I hung up the phone. I covered my mouth with my hand, keeping myself from squealing. What had I done? Mom and dad will KILL me if they found out. And they're bound to see the small tattoo I'm planning on getting.
Then the thought of them made me mad, so I grabbed my keys to leave.
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