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It was two days after my first tattoo and the skin was still sore. I shouted to Matt from down the hall: "I got a tattoo!"
"I don't believe you," he said, walking up to me.
I turned around and lifted my shirt up, showing the blue and black nautical star on the back of my hip.
"It's not real," he said. And then, without warning, he poked it with his finger.
"Ow!" I shouted, jumping away. "Dude, it is real!"
"I know that now."
"I don't believe you," he said, walking up to me.
I turned around and lifted my shirt up, showing the blue and black nautical star on the back of my hip.
"It's not real," he said. And then, without warning, he poked it with his finger.
"Ow!" I shouted, jumping away. "Dude, it is real!"
"I know that now."