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"I'm almost done," he murmured looking down at her ankle.
"Hurry it tickles," she was trying not to squirm.
"And done," he said lifting the pen to reveal his name in a heart shape on her ankle.
"It's not fair that I have a tattoo of your name and you don't have one of mine," she said looking him in the eyes. He shrugged with a wide smile, handing her the pen.
She took it and started to do the same.
He noticed then that he had been smiling a little too widely and decided to stop.
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tattoos and photos
Short Storyshe took pictures to express her art, he inked his skin to express his.
