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Mythat before, and I stiffen in her arms “Let Love In,” she whispers close to my ear

She leaves, and I fall back into s won’t supporttoo badly It’s like everything I never wanted has now fallen into my lap, and I don’t knohat to do with it

When I finally can, I get up and go to the only place where I know I can find peace I go to Matt

Matt

Paul is in a shitty mood I don’t knohat’s up with hi today Friday’s a little bit off, too, but I don’t what’s up with her any un on a nearby table, hitting it hard enough that even Logan looks up

WTF? Logan signs

I shrugon sos we have pinned to the walls When he’s not at school, Madison Avenue, or doing tats, he occupies hins for people to choose from Some people coh the catalogs until they find sons in their heads, and then we have to translate thelad Friday can draw, too She’s alan I’ve seen so

“Dude, you trying to bust it or fix it?” Pete asks, his brow raising as he stares at Paul We all have our own equipment, so I don’t particularly care if Paul breaks his when he has a tantruh it

“The daht,” Paul mumbles

Logan walks over to hilares at it and then he rolls his eyes and hands over the tattoo gun Logan does sorin or gloat He just goes back to the light table, a special table he uses for tracing, and continues his drawing

“I fking hate you,” Paul mumbles to his back

I grin I can’t help it

“What?” Logan asks, looking from me to Paul and back

“He said thank you,” I say

“I’lares back at Paul “What the fk crawled up your ass?” he asks

The rest of us go quiet No one usually messes with Paul when he’s in a snit We step around hiets over it