Please don't read this shit, but if you do:
Life for this young girl slowly starts to loose it's meaning. She's gone through to much to recover... or so she thought. A boy around the same age as her slowly works his way into the vast waste lands of...
Wow. This girl is crazy. She hasn't even healed from the bullet wound yet.
"What about your wound?"
We had just gotten in the gtr
"Huh? oh, I checked this morning and it's healed. Yesterday there was some blood due to all the movement but other than that it's completely healed."
"Wow"
"Eh. It's not that crazy. Here I'll put in the location..."
"Ok."
We're actually doing this. I'm taking a 16 year old to get a tattoo with out parental consent. I was gonna vlog this but I don't think mira is gonna like that.
"Tanner, we're here"
"Oh ok."
We walked in and looked at this guy with brown surfer hair.
"Are you Reed?
She used Reed again.
"Yes I am."
"Alright."
He directed us to the back where the equipment is located. I took a seat in a chair off to the side.
"Do you know what you want?"
"Yep.
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"It's my little brothers handwriting. He gave it too me 3 days before they died. I want it on my upper forarm below the crease of the elbow." As she talked he prepared everything.
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