Lost and Found
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Ongoing8m
Last published Sat, Nov 12, 2016
As I try to sleep I feel the tickling tip of a finger on my neck. I soon realize that she's tracing the tattoo that reads "Perdida y Encontrada".
" 'Perdida y Encontrada'. Sounds beautiful what does it mean?" She curiously asks me.
"It means 'lost and found' in Spanish mami." I answer with tiredness lacing the brim of my voice.
"Hmm. Interesting. I never saw it before and I've seen all your tattoos. Did you get it just 'cause it sounded nice because I wouldn't blame you if you did."
I smirk at her and she quickly catches the message.
"Well I didn't get the thing on my neck that'll be here for the rest of my life for nothing right?"
I soon close my eyes drifting off to sleep, but not before catching a quick glimpse at the curious girl on top of me. We both smirked at each other and close our eyes catching some peaceful z's.
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