Centers of triangles

Centers of triangles

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Since the ages began, it was known that everyone was born with a Soul mark. Some had timers, other had quotes but the most common was tattoos. Soul marks matched each other, down to size and placement. It was said that the tattoo marks represented the relationship. The marks couldn't be covered by anything but clothes. It couldn't be marked off. If your soulmate dies, the original marks stay but a different mark appears. If your soulmate rejects you, the marks will disappear completely and the one that got rejected gets a new one while the other remains, pair less. There had only been pairs, a triple is rare. so rare that there is only one ever century or so. It has been said that the triple is a gift. They are reborn to continue to be with each other in life. When a triple is completed, people have rumored that triples can read each other's minds, feel their each other's emotions. I know the mind reading part isn't true, but the feeling each other's emotions, it's more of an echo, a ripple in water, if you will. Wanna know how I know? Because I'm a triple. And this the tale of my life. Dont like it? well dont read it. leaving hate comments is not okay.
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