Sticking Permanent
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No one was like her. Everyone had matching tattoos except for Bear. She was the freak. She would always be a freak. She was the one who had the tattoo that covered her entire body. Changing constantly, no one matched hers. She wasn't born like the others. Her friend Tabby found her soul mate when she was only sixteen. Imagine that . . . A girl finding their soul mate at that age, so young and beautiful. She was a delicate little butterfly, sprouting her wings into this world with an unclear path. But it wasn't unclear because she had someone by her side who she could explore it with. Bear her side was dead air, empty. Her imagination couldn't even keep her entertained. She only lived in a fantasy. A fantasy where it stayed a fantasy. It never could be real because she wasn't beautiful. She was forever marked by her thoughts permanently tattooed at her skin. But what if she wasn't real? What if the universe around her was someone else's story? Roman can't tell until he meets Bear, falling deeply in love as he works on his paintings to keep the rent up. But once he meets Bear everything changes only leaving painting splattered to mark the floor.
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