Mary at the Tattoo Shop
by Marcus Jackson She counted her moneybefore we went in,avenue beside us anxiouswith Friday-evening traffic.Both fourteen, we shared a Newport,its manila butt salty to our lips.Inside, from a huge bookof designs and letter styles,she chose to get “MARY”in a black, Old English scripton the back of her neck.The guy who ran the shopleaned
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