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we guessed her tattoo would be a coffin

She was not a unicorn pink castle princess girl her attitudes leaned more toward blacks and blues she could find the horribleness in every situation we understood this, but not her reasoning we heard she had a tattoo, guessed it was a coffin or a skull, or burned flesh, something macabre Her tattoo was gorgeous, monarch butterflies nothing we expected, a cousin we really did not know

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