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“Jettison Tattoo Removal, Negotiable Fee.”The sign, old-fashioned gold script on a dark wooden plaque, hung in a window between a Black barber shop and a corner store advertising money transfers. A smaller wooden “Open” sign hung from the bigger sign.It’s been two years since I got that tattoo, with Terry beside me on the other table getting a matching one. It was his first one and I was worried about how much it would hurt him, but he had such a high pain tolerance.It wasn’t my first tattoo. As a matter of fact, we had a hard time finding a good spot for it. There aren’t too many women with as much ink as I have. Sometimes I thought I must be able to feel them on me, like the Illustrated Man could, but the only one I could ever feel was the one from that day, a tree of life with his name woven into the branches, matching the tree of life holding my name on his chest. I could feel it now, above my left breast, its branches pressed into me like an inlay.I opened the door and entered. A…

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