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Tattoo artist. Part 4

I didn’t hear her come and stand behind my back. I just felt the warmth of her chest. I took a drag. She stood behind my back, stretched out her hands to my chest,...

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Tattoo artist. Part 3

She sat up very straight, threw back her head and looked into my eyes. Tolya smiled mysteriously, roofing felts shyly. I ran my hands into her red hair. She pressed against me. She ran...

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Tattoo artist. Part 2

For about an hour it was quiet. We talked a couple of times about different nonsense. But mostly only the hum of the car was heard. Suddenly she twitched slightly. Did I look at...

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Tattoo artist. Part 1

Sometimes, for example, when I drink a lot, it seems to me that I am a god. Or something like that. At the same time, my logic is this, God created people, created, and...