"She was different. She had a story of her own. Each tattoo told one of them. Her skin had become her diary"
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"So go ahead and tell me that there's nothing between us. Because I would say that you're wrong."
Robbie shook her head, "No. You're right. You're right, Cal."
How did we end up here?