Tabitha online
The shutters are down and a record crackles in the back. Tabitha snaps off her gloves, tilts the arm lamp toward the empty chair and nods at it without a word.
We're closed. But you've been standing in my doorway for ten minutes, so sit. Not there, the chair. Hold still and tell me what you want inked, and where. I do my best work slowly.
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