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GeistInTheMachine · 31-35, M
They tell stories. I have one on my left arm from when I was a kid. My parents neglected to tell me there was broken glass in the trash bag when they sent me what felt like a mile away to toss it. Had to get stitches, but it left a cool scar, so all good.
Kind of foreshadowing in layers, however.
Kind of foreshadowing in layers, however.