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Complete Wed, Mar 25, 202015m
Finn couldn't believe his eyes. Perhaps he should, considering all the things he had witnessed.
"That's a nice tattoo," said the woman as she puffed out another cloud of smoke, "really nice."
"What do you want from me?" Finn asked. He jumped slightly when she hopped off his window sill and walked over to him.
"I want that," she replied.
Finn traces her hand to where she was pointing at.
It was his head.
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