Love You As You Are
“Come back soon, okay?”
“Okay,” she hung up then. “I’m going to town. Am I needed for anything?” I asked Mr Stark when he walked in. My eyes were glued to the tattoos littered all over his upper body. His left sleeve looked like a forest scenery of some sort. Right at the back, he had numbers, a date, with a tiny baby handprint. I wondered what they meant.
“You can go,” he said his back to me.
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| Emmanuel Stark |
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