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He walked in, already an array of colorful marks on his arm. He sat down in the chair and laid back. I immediately ran over to his seat, wanting to be the one to give him his 17 tattoo.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Howell." I nod to him. "Anything new today?" I ask, getting out the ink cartridges.

"Uh, I'll have a yellow tally mark today." He said, nervously. I noticed his foot tapping and shaking.
"Yellow, huh?" I asked, smirking a bit.

"Heh, yeah. It's lit."

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