It All Started At A Tattoo Store
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Last published Sun, May 14, 2017
A smile can hide all your sadness. Jade Lace Davis. "Can I get a tattoo?". "Of course you can. But first, you gotta carve the shape of your sweet Nike in here, then ya can get one". I chuckled at his compliment and his weird way of speaking. He let me in as I followed him to the place where everything started. "Okay" he clapped his hands together. He patted the vacate bed-like-seat beside him. I sat on it. "Angel wings" I smiled at him. "Awesome! Let's get right onto it". I blushed at how wrong that sounded. "Okay, let me rephrase that" he laughed. His laugh is angelic! As in freaking beautiful, wonderful, whatever you call it. And that's when I fell for him. Everything started with him by my side since then. He was my angel.
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