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I could show her the tattoo, my peculiar logic ran, I wouldn’t have to bother Blue Line Skull Leopard Bow Shirt straining after words that were beyond me. I should explain that I am not a tattoo kind of guy; I am, and was, neither rock’n’roll go-to-hell decadent or wrestling-team muscular. But there was a disastrous fashion for them at our school around that time, and I know for a fact that several men now in their mid-thirties, accountants and schoolteachers, personnel managers and computer programmers, have terrible messages from that era burned into their flesh. I was just going to have a discreet done on my upper arm, but Victor the tattooist wasn’t having any of it.

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Which one is she? And how long have you been seeing this bird, then? I was Blue Line Skull Leopard Bow Shirt frightened by the aggressive masculinity of the parlor the other customers who were all firmly wrestling-team muscular, and seemed inexplicably amused to see me, the nude women on the walls, the lurid examples of services offered, most of which were conveniently located on Victor’s forearms, even Victor’s mildly offensive language. Long enough. I’ll fucking be the judge of that, not you. This struck me as an odd way to do business, but I decided to save this observation for another time. A couple of months. And you’re going to marry her, are you? Or have you knocked her up? No. Neither. So you’re just going out? You’re not stuck with her?