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“God, Friday, do you have a filter at all?” And I don’t pick crazy chicks

She grins “Nope Never needed a filter”

I bend down to get back to work and she lays a hand on my arm “Give her a kick-ass tattoo, okay?” she says

I nod I already have ideas for it But I need to get to know a little more abut her before I know exactly what to put on her

She’s not my type because she can hear So Friday doesn’t have to worry about h her pants are pretty fucking awesome

I finish o back into the curtained area where she’s waiting

“Ready?” I ask

She nods and smiles at me, and I swear it stealsbehind that smile and I want to find out all about it

Lark

Ryan showsHe watches my face closely as he lays it on ulls But they’re not seagulls at all One is decidedly s, they edding rings One has a glistening diaold band

“My parents,” I whisper, and I reach out to runathard “Do you read lips?” I ask him

He shakes his head and signs “no”

“Sorry,” I reply, rubbing ullswith unshed tears and I blink them back He reaches over, plucks a tissue from a nearby tissue box, and presses it into my hand

“Didn’t htly

“It’s okay,” I tell hih my tears “Can you do them today? Do you have time?”