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Patrick and Phina were snuggled up on the bed, sitting up two hours later. Phina laid on her back, her head resting on Patrick's thigh while he leaned on the headrest. She began by discussing his tattoo.
".... I had my first tattoo when I was seventeen. It wasn't a real tattoo—just this temporary tattoo with homemade materials. But mom had scrapped it off my arms with anger. She was so mad when she saw it. I have never seen her get angry at anything I do. So I guessed she hated it, but it didn't change my thoughts. I always love tattoos. And I wanted to have one." He elaborated.
"I want to have a piece of something that symbolizes something to me. So when I was twenty-five, when I went to Washington, I met this guy who had a friend who was so good at drawing tattoos. He hooked me up with him and decided to have my first real tattoo. I had to contemplate where to draw it. So I decided to draw it at my back although unable to admire it myself."