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National Tattoo Day, 17.7.20 โœ’๐Ÿ˜ / ื™ื•ื ื”ืงืขืงื•ืขื™ื ื”ื‘ื™ื ืœืื•ืžื™, 17.7.20 โœ’๐Ÿ˜

ืœืงืจื™ืืช ื”ืคื•ืกื˜ ื‘ืขื‘ืจื™ืช, ืชื’ืœืœื• ืœืžื˜ื”! ๐Ÿ‘‡

โœ’๐Ÿ˜ National Tattoo Day, 17.7.20

Tattoo's are an amazing form of self-expression! โœ’
So it's no wonder that even in books the toughest, deepest and most amazing heroes will always be full of tattoos… and when there's an interesting story behind that tattoo, it's even HOTTER, right?! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ”ฅ
So in honor of the NATIONAL TATTOO DAY today, Booknof and I called our friends and made you a list of our favorite tattooed heroes! ๐Ÿ“–

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1. Mercy / Debra Anastasia โœ’
What we liked most about the hero of this book, is that he is not an ordinary hero… he doesn't have blue eyes and blond hair, he's not a businessman wearing luxurious suits… although he has a divine body (DAHH), his whole body (including his face) is covered with a skeleton tattoo! โ˜ 

๐Ÿ“š There was ink from my head to my toes. Even on my scalp, under my hair.
I was a nightmare, alive and walking. Instead of a boy who turned into a man who looked just like my father, I tattooed a skeleton on my body. On my face.
Iโ€™d rather look like a monster than see my father reflected in the mirror in front of me.
๐Ÿ“š

2. The Dark Light of Day / T.M. Frazier โœ’
The female character in this book had a difficult life and she bears internal and external scars on her body as proof, but as part of her healing, she has turned the ugliness into something beautiful. ๐Ÿ˜

๐Ÿ“š โ€œWhat?โ€ I asked, hoping I hadnโ€™t dropped my pipe.
โ€œYour arm. Holy shit, you did it.โ€ He reached out to me and right before he was to touch me he pulled back. โ€œItโ€™s fucking amazing,โ€ he said softly.
My tattoos. He was gawking at my tattoos.
…It started at my shoulder and went down my right arm, ending at my wrist. Iโ€™d spent endless hours in the tattoo chair, starting with a recreation of one of my favorite sunset pictures Iโ€™d taken myself on my shoulder, followed by the angel of death riding a motorcycle down my bicep. Underneath that was the scar painting I loved so much, and on my forearm was The Hellen Keller quote Iโ€™d used to describe how I felt about Jake. Its winding script stopped just short of my wrist. Each line and mark offered by my scars had been used as part of the design. When people looked at me, they were looking at the marks Iโ€™d chosen for myself, not the marks others had forced upon me. Itโ€™d been liberating. ๐Ÿ“š

3. In Four Hands / Inbal Almoznino โœ’
Jacob, the male character in this book, is not only a tough Puerto Rican police chief who knows how to salsa… he also has a nipple piercing – and a tattoo of bull horns on his crotch. That's a real man! ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿƒ

๐Ÿ“š "Look at me." He demands.
His palm grips the back of my neck, and again he devour my lips, absorbing my moans. His finger pressing in, time after time. I stuck my fingernails in the skin of his back, scratching it. He grabs my thighs, pinching my flesh. The pleasure floods me with liquid lust and I began to beg him to penetrate me.
"Take them off." He demands.
"Tear them off me."
The sound of the fabric tearing echoed and enveloped both of us. I lift his shirt allowing myself to melt from his body muscles. I notice a bull horn tattoo on his lower abdomen.
"Who are you? Tell me your name." ๐Ÿ“š

4. Beautiful Disaster / Jamie McGuire โœ’
Ever since he was a kid and his mother explained to him before her death about the true meaning of love, Travis takes it very seriously… and when he loves, he wants the whole world to know. ๐Ÿ’™

๐Ÿ“š He sat beside me and sighed, watching me for a moment before he pulled off the tape that held the gauze on his arm.
โ€œDonโ€™t freak out.โ€
My mind raced with what could be under that bandage. I imagined a burn, or stitches or something equally gruesome.
He pulled the bandage back and I gasped at the simple black script tattooed across the underside of his wrist, the skin around it red and shiny from the antibiotic he had smeared on. I shook my head in disbelief as I read the word.
Pigeon ๐Ÿ“š

5. Rhapsodic / Laura Thalassa โœ’
Des is magical and mysterious. He might be a fairy but he's not what you think… he's a big, menacing tattooed man who looks more like Henry Cavill from The Witcher (and for us, that says it all!) ๐Ÿ˜‚ He makes bargains in exchange for debts, and he always comes to collect what is owed to him… until he meets Callie, and everything changes! ๐Ÿ”ฅ

๐Ÿ“š I run my fingers over his sleeve of tattoos. โ€œWhat do all these mean?โ€ Thereโ€™s a rose melting into tears. There are angels and smoke and scales that morph into an eye. All of it twists and turns down his shoulder and arm. Itโ€™s beautiful and macabre. ๐Ÿ“š

6. Bully / Penelope Douglas โœ’
Jared's tattoos are a perfect summary of all he fails to express in words… his tattoos are his only way to reveal something real about himself while he wears his bully mask on the outside. Because despite the pain, anger and quarrels between them… they complement each other. ๐Ÿ’œ

๐Ÿ“š โ€œYour tattooโ€”Yesterday lasts forever, Tomorrow comes neverโ€”thatโ€™s what it says. What does it mean?โ€ Iโ€™d finally been able to read the script on the side of his torso one morning this week while heโ€™d been sleeping.
His hand skimmed down my hair. โ€œJust that I was living in the past. What happened with my father, what happened with you, I could never get over the anger. Yesterday kept following me. And tomorrow, the new day, never seemed to come.โ€
Until me, heโ€™d written on the note.
โ€œAnd the lantern on your arm?โ€
โ€œOh, you ask too many questions,โ€ Jared complained playfully, and I could tell he was embarrassed.
But I waited, not letting him off the hook.
He pinned me with a resigned smile. โ€œThe lantern is you, Tate. The light. ๐Ÿ“š

7. The Dark Bookworm's Choice: Bohemian Patience / Misty Walker โœ’
Usually in books, the male character is the one who's full of tattoos… how refreshing it was to read something completely different – when it's the woman who is tattooed, right?? โค๐Ÿ‘‘

๐Ÿ“š Sheโ€™s tall. Her neck is long and slender. Dressed in a thin, flowy top and jean cutoffs, I see her arms and legs are also long and willowy. And tattooed. A large portrait I canโ€™t quite make out covers her shoulder and smaller tattoos litter her forearm and wrist. Another larger tattoo wraps around her thigh. Itโ€™s colorful in fuchsia and purple tones. I want to get closer to inspect, but that would be weird. ๐Ÿ“š

8. Eleanor's Choice: Epoch / Jewel E. Ann โœ’
Griffin, Griffin, Griffin… we don't even have anything to add to this quote, except: Yummy! ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ˜‹

๐Ÿ“š He turned, showing me his back and the dragon that started midway and off to one side. I tried to speak, but he unfastened his jeans, leaving me fumbling for a single coherent thought.
Gulp.
Granted his back was to me, but โ€ฆ but โ€ฆ butt!
Sigh. Drool. Whimper.
He let his jeans slide to his knees and shoved his briefs down on the side where the dragonโ€™s tail snaked over his holy-fucking-perfect ass and halfway down his leg.
I told myself to close my mouth and stop panting, but my body didnโ€™t respond.
Griffin glanced back over his shoulder. My gaze shot to his, and I snapped my mouth shut, but Iโ€™m pretty sure he saw the trail of saliva running down my chin.
โ€œFemale dragon. Iโ€™m thinking of naming her Swayze.โ€
๐Ÿ“š

9. Liran's Choice: Tears of Tess / Pepper Winters โœ’
Q Mercer is powerful, noble and devoted – but he's also mysterious, broken and haunted man, who faces demons from the past and straggle with who he really is – and his tattoos blend in with his personality perfectly! ๐Ÿ”ฅ

๐Ÿ“š Q glared, daring me to judge him. And judge I did. His entire torso and right side was covered in fluttering birds. The panic in a sparrowโ€™s eyes closed my throat as they flew frantically from brambles, barbwire, and stormy clouds. The clouds roiled on his side, swallowing up unlucky birds, suffocating them to death.
My heart hurt looking at Qโ€™s intricate tattoo. There lurked an evilness, a sadness, reminding me of the mural on the wall of the pedestal room. I wanted to run fingers along perfectly inked feathers. I wanted to lick his nipple where one bird had gotten free, the joy in its eyes blazed with hope. ๐Ÿ“š

10. Kineret's Choice: Twisted Pride / Cora Reilly โœ’
Remo, the capo of the Vegas Camorra, is a cruel man who rules with a brutal hand over his territory. He had a painful past and the tattoo on his back represents the person he has become… a falling angel. That of course, until he meets a completely different angel. It started with revenge, but evolved into a great love. ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฃ

๐Ÿ“š โ€œWhatโ€™s the meaning of your tattoo? You know why I got mine, but I wonder why you got yours.โ€ A hint of wariness flashed in Remoโ€™s eyes, the walls he was used to keeping up wanting to lock back in place.
โ€œNino did it. About seven years ago.โ€ I nodded to show him I was listening. โ€œItโ€™s a fallen angel, like you said. It represents the fall Nino and I took on the day our mother tried to kill us.โ€ ๐Ÿ“š

11. Avishay's Choice: The Saint / Kelsey Clayton โœ’
Each of us has boundaries that we will not cross or a red flag that signals "Danger – do not approach". Delaney did not think she would be captivated by the love of the tattooed 'bad boy' who lives in her neighborhood. He's poor, she's rich – but no one really knows her… because she has a red flag – Knox. But she always knew red was her favorite color. โคโคโค

๐Ÿ“š โ€œIs there one I havenโ€™t seen yet? Like one on the inside of your lip or something?โ€
The look on his face tells me there is, and he takes a moment before answering. โ€œI have one on my ass.โ€
I gasp. โ€œNo, you donโ€™t.โ€
He stands up and turns around to pull down his pants. Sure enough, in chicken scratch writing, the words โ€œTeenage Dirtbagโ€ are thereโ€”the black a striking contrast to his milky skin tone.
โ€œOh my God! What the hell made you do that?โ€ I canโ€™t mask the shock from my voice. Shrugging, he pulls his pants back into place. โ€œA good friend of mine got his first tattoo kit. He needed someone to practice on.โ€
โ€œSo, you volunteered your ass?โ€ ๐Ÿ“š

12. Brit's Choice: The Deal / Elle Kennedy โœ’
The hockey player, Garrett Graham, is a bit like his tattoo: he will set you on fire, with a huge smile on your face! He does not have deep meaning to his tattoo because he doesn't need a special reason for everything. Sometimes you just love something for no reason. Sometimes you just fail an exam and then make a deal with a girl you never knew existed to help you, while you help her get her dream guy… but along the way you suddenly discover she has a special meaning and you fail to understand how you lived your whole life without her. ๐Ÿ˜

๐Ÿ“š I trace the tattoo on his left arm and ask, โ€œWhy flames?โ€
He shrugs. โ€œI like fire. And I think flames look cool.โ€
The response amuses me, but it also impresses me. โ€œWow. I was expecting to hear about the bullshit meaning behind it. I swear, every time you ask someone about their tattoo, they tell you it means โ€œcourageโ€ in Taiwanese or something, when we both know it probably means โ€œpotatoโ€ or โ€œshoeโ€ or โ€œstupidly intoxicated.โ€ Or they give you a whole spiel about how they hit rock bottom x many years ago but worked their way through it and this is why they have a phoenix rising from the ashes tattooed on their back.โ€
Garrett laughs before going serious. โ€œI guess this isnโ€™t the time to tell you about the tribal tattoo on my shin. It means eternal optimist.โ€
โ€œOh God. Really?โ€
โ€œNope. Totally lying. But itโ€™d serve you right for getting all judgy about peopleโ€™s ink.โ€ ๐Ÿ“š

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ื™ื•ื ื”ืงืขืงื•ืขื™ื ื”ื‘ื™ื ืœืื•ืžื™, 17.7.20 โœ’๐Ÿ˜

ืงืขืงื•ืขื™ื ื”ื ืฆื•ืจืช ื‘ื™ื˜ื•ื™ ืขืฆืžื™ืช ืžื“ื”ื™ืžื”! โœ’
ืื– ืžื” ื”ืคืœื ืฉืืคื™ืœื• ื‘ืกืคืจื™ื ื”ื’ื™ื‘ื•ืจื™ื ื”ื›ื™ ืงืฉื•ื—ื™ื, ื”ื›ื™ ืขืžื•ืงื™ื ื•ื”ื›ื™ ืžื“ื”ื™ืžื™ื ืชืžื™ื“ ื™ื”ื™ื• ืžืœืื™ื ื‘ืงืขืงื•ืขื™ื… ื•ื›ืืฉืจ ื™ืฉ ืกื™ืคื•ืจ ืžืขื ื™ื™ืŸ ืžืื—ื•ืจื™ ื”ืงืขืงื•ืข, ื–ื” ืืคื™ืœื• ืขื•ื“ ื™ื•ืชืจ ืฉื•ื•ื”, ื ื›ื•ืŸ?! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ”ฅ
ืื– ืœื›ื‘ื•ื“ ื™ื•ื ื”ืงืขืงื•ืขื™ื ืฉืžืชืงื™ื™ื ื”ื™ื•ื, Booknof ื•ืื ื™ ืงืจืื ื• ืœืชื’ื‘ื•ืจืช ื•ื”ื›ื ื• ืœื›ื ืจืฉื™ืžื” ืฉืœ ื’ื™ื‘ื•ืจื™ื ืžืงื•ืขืงืขื™ื ืฉืื”ื‘ื ื• ื‘ืžื™ื•ื—ื“! ๐Ÿ“–

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1. ื“ื‘ืจื” ืื ืกื˜ืกื™ื” – Mercy / Debra Anastasia โœ’
ืžื” ืฉื”ื›ื™ ืื”ื‘ื ื• ื‘ื’ื™ื‘ื•ืจ ื”ืกืคืจ ื”ื–ื”, ื–ื” ืฉื”ื•ื ืœื ื’ื™ื‘ื•ืจ ืจื’ื™ืœ… ืื™ืŸ ืœื• ืขื™ื ื™ื™ื ื›ื—ื•ืœื•ืช ื•ืฉื™ืขืจ ื‘ืœื•ื ื“ื™ื ื™ ื’ื•ืœืฉ, ื”ื•ื ืœื ืื™ืฉ ืขืกืงื™ื ืฉืœื•ื‘ืฉ ื—ืœื™ืคื•ืช ื™ื•ืงืจืชื™ื•ืช… ืืžื ื ื™ืฉ ืœื• ื’ื•ืฃ ืืœื•ื”ื™ (ื“ื”ื”!), ืื‘ืœ ื›ืœ ื’ื•ืคื• (ื›ื•ืœืœ ืคื ื™ื•) ืžื›ื•ืกื™ื ื‘ืงืขืงื•ืข ืฉืœ ืฉืœื“! โ˜ 
ื”ืกืคืจ ืœื ืชื•ืจื’ื ืœืขื‘ืจื™ืช.

๐Ÿ“š There was ink from my head to my toes. Even on my scalp, under my hair.
I was a nightmare, alive and walking. Instead of a boy who turned into a man who looked just like my father, I tattooed a skeleton on my body. On my face.
Iโ€™d rather look like a monster than see my father reflected in the mirror in front of me. ๐Ÿ“š

2. ื˜. ืž. ืคืจื™ื™ื–ืจ – The Dark Light of Day / T.M. Frazier โœ’
ื’ื™ื‘ื•ืจืช ื”ืกืคืจ ืขื‘ืจื” ื—ื™ื™ื ืœื ืคืฉื•ื˜ื™ื ื•ื”ื™ื ื ื•ืฉืืช ืขืœื™ื” ืฆืœืงื•ืช ืคื ื™ืžื™ื•ืช ื•ื—ื™ืฆื•ื ื™ื•ืช ืฉื™ืขื™ื“ื• ืขืœ ื›ืš… ืืš ื›ื—ืœืง ืžืชื”ืœื™ืš ื”ืจื™ืคื•ื™ ืฉืœื”, ื”ื™ื ื”ืคื›ื” ืืช ื”ื›ื™ืขื•ืจ – ืœืžืฉื”ื• ื™ืคื” ืฉื™ืฉ ืœื”ืชื’ืื•ืช ื‘ื•. ๐Ÿ˜
ื”ืกืคืจ ืœื ืชื•ืจื’ื ืœืขื‘ืจื™ืช. ืœืกืคืจื™ื ืžืชื•ืจื’ืžื™ื ืฉืœ ื”ืกื•ืคืจืช, ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ“š โ€œWhat?โ€ I asked, hoping I hadnโ€™t dropped my pipe.
โ€œYour arm. Holy shit, you did it.โ€ He reached out to me and right before he was to touch me he pulled back. โ€œItโ€™s fucking amazing,โ€ he said softly.
My tattoos. He was gawking at my tattoos.
…It started at my shoulder and went down my right arm, ending at my wrist. Iโ€™d spent endless hours in the tattoo chair, starting with a recreation of one of my favorite sunset pictures Iโ€™d taken myself on my shoulder, followed by the angel of death riding a motorcycle down my bicep. Underneath that was the scar painting I loved so much, and on my forearm was The Hellen Keller quote Iโ€™d used to describe how I felt about Jake. Its winding script stopped just short of my wrist. Each line and mark offered by my scars had been used as part of the design. When people looked at me, they were looking at the marks Iโ€™d chosen for myself, not the marks others had forced upon me. Itโ€™d been liberating. ๐Ÿ“š

3. โ€ื‘ืืจื‘ืข ื™ื“ื™ื™ื / ืขื ื‘ืœ ืืœืžื•ื–ื ื™ื ื• โœ’
ื’'ื™ื™ืงื•ื‘, ื”ื“ืžื•ืช ื”ื’ื‘ืจื™ืช ื‘ืกืคืจ, ื”ื•ื ืœื ืจืง ืžืคืงื“ ืžืฉื˜ืจื” ืคื•ืจื˜ื•ืจื™ืงื ื™ ืงืฉื•ื— ืฉื™ื•ื“ืข ืœืจืงื•ื“ ืกืœืกื”… ื™ืฉ ืœื• ื’ื ืขื’ื™ืœ ื‘ืคื˜ืžื” – ื•ืงืขืงื•ืข ืฉืœ ืงืจื ื™ ืฉื•ืจ ื‘ืžืคืฉืขื”. ื–ื”, ื’ื‘ืจ ืืžื™ืชื™! ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿƒ
ืœืจื›ื™ืฉื” ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ“š "ื”ืกืชื›ืœื™ ืขืœื™ื™." ืคืงื“.
ื›ืฃ ื™ื“ื• ืื—ื–ื” ืืช ืขื•ืจืคื™ ื›ืžืจื™ื ืื•ืชื™ ืืœื™ื•, ื•ื”ื•ื ืฉื‘ ืœื˜ืจื•ืฃ ืืช ืฉืคืชื™ื™ ืกื•ืคื’ ืืช ื’ื ื™ื—ื•ืชื™ื™. ืืฆื‘ืขื• ื ื ืขืฆื” ืคื ื™ืžื”, ืคืขื ืื—ืจ ืคืขื. ื ืขืฆืชื™ ืฆื™ืคื•ืจื ื™ื™ ื‘ืขื•ืจ ื’ื‘ื•, ืฉื•ืจื˜ืช ืื•ืชื•. ื”ื•ื ืœืคืช ืืช ื™ืจื›ื™, ืฆื•ื‘ื˜ ื‘ื‘ืฉืจื™. ื”ืขื•ื ื’ ื”ืฆื™ืฃ ืื•ืชื™ ื‘ื ื•ื–ืœื™ ืชืื•ื•ื” ื•ื”ืชื—ืœืชื™ ืœื”ืชื—ื ืŸ ืฉื™ื—ื“ื•ืจ ืœืชื•ื›ื™.
"ืชื•ืจื™ื“ื™ ืื•ืชื." ื“ืจืฉ.
"ืชืงืจืข ืื•ืชื ืžืžื ื™."
ืฆืœื™ืœ ืงืจื™ืขืช ื”ื‘ื“ ื”ื“ื”ื“ ื•ืขื˜ืฃ ืืช ืฉื ื™ื ื•. ื”ืจืžืชื™ ืืช ื—ื•ืœืฆืชื• ืžืืคืฉืจืช ืœืขืฆืžื™ ืœื”ืชืžื•ื’ื’ ืžืฉืจื™ืจื™ ื’ื•ืคื•. ื”ื‘ื—ื ืชื™ ื‘ืงืขืงื•ืข ืฉืœ ืงืจื ื™ ืฉื•ืจ ื‘ื‘ื˜ื ื• ื”ืชื—ืชื•ื ื”.
"ืžื™ ืืชื”? ืชืืžืจ ืœื™ ืืช ืฉืžืš." ๐Ÿ“š

4. ืืกื•ืŸ ื™ืคื”ืคื”/ ื’'ื™ื™ืžื™ ืžืงื’ื•ื•ื™ื™ืจ โœ’
ืžืื– ืฉื”ื™ื” ื™ืœื“ ื•ืื™ืžื• ื”ืกื‘ื™ืจื” ืœื• ืœืคื ื™ ืžื•ืชื” ืขืœ ื”ืžืฉืžืขื•ืช ื”ืืžื™ืชื™ืช ืฉืœ ืื”ื‘ื”, ื˜ืจื•ื•ื™ืก ืžืชื™ื™ื—ืก ืœืื”ื‘ื” ืžืื•ื“ ื‘ืจืฆื™ื ื•ืช… ื•ื›ืฉื”ื•ื ืื•ื”ื‘, ื”ื•ื ืจื•ืฆื” ืฉื›ืœ ื”ืขื•ืœื ื™ื™ื“ืข ืขืœ ื›ืš. ๐Ÿ’™
ืœืจื›ื™ืฉื” ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ“š ื”ื•ื ื”ืชื™ื™ืฉื‘ ืœื™ื“ื™ ื•ื ืื ื—, ื•ื”ืชื‘ื•ื ืŸ ื‘ื™ ืจื’ืข ืœืคื ื™ ืฉื”ื•ืจื™ื“ ืืช ื ื™ื™ืจ ื”ื“ื‘ืง ืฉื”ืฆืžื™ื“ ืืช ื”ืชื—ื‘ื•ืฉืช ืœื–ืจื•ืขื•. "ืืœ ืชื™ื‘ื”ืœื™."
ืžื—ืฉื‘ื•ืชื™ ื”ืชืจื•ืฆืฆื• ื›ืฉืชื”ื™ืชื™ ืžื” ืขืฉื•ื™ ืœื”ืกืชืชืจ ืžืชื—ืช ืœืชื—ื‘ื•ืฉืช. ื“ืžื™ื™ื ืชื™ ืœืขืฆืžื™ ื›ื•ื•ื™ื™ื” ืื• ืชืคืจื™ื ืื• ืžืฉื”ื• ืžื–ืขื–ืข ื‘ืื•ืชื” ืžื™ื“ื”.
ื”ื•ื ืžืฉืš ืืช ื”ืชื—ื‘ื•ืฉืช ืœืื—ื•ืจ ื•ืื ื™ ืคืขืจืชื™ ืืช ืคื™ ืœืžืจืื” ื”ืงืขืงื•ืข ื”ืฉื—ื•ืจ ืชื—ืช ืžืคืจืง ื™ื“ื•, ืฉื”ืขื•ืจ ืกื‘ื™ื‘ื• ื”ื™ื” ืื“ื•ื ื•ื‘ื•ื”ืง ืžืžืฉื—ื” ืื ื˜ื™ื‘ื™ื•ื˜ื™ืช. ื ื™ืขื ืขืชื™ ืืช ืจืืฉื™ ื›ืœื ืžืืžื™ื ื” ื›ืฉืงืจืืชื™ ืืช ื”ืžื™ืœื”.
ืคื™ื’'ืŸ ๐Ÿ“š

5. ืœืื•ืจื” ื˜ืœืกื” – Rhapsodic / Laura Thalassa โœ’
ื“ื– ื”ื•ื ื“ืžื•ืช ืงืกื•ืžื” ื•ืžืกืชื•ืจื™ืช. ื”ื•ื ืื•ืžื ื ืคื™ื” ืื‘ืœ ื”ื•ื ืœื ืžื” ืฉืืชื ื—ื•ืฉื‘ื™ื… ื”ื•ื ื’ื‘ืจ ื’ื“ื•ืœ, ืžืื™ื™ื ื•ืžืงื•ืขืงืข ืืฉืจ ื ืจืื” ื™ื•ืชืจ ื›ืžื• ื”ื ืจื™ ืงืื‘ื™ืœ ืž- The Witcher (ื•ืžื‘ื—ื™ื ืชื ื•, ื–ื” ืื•ืžืจ ื”ื›ืœ!) ๐Ÿ˜‚ ื”ื•ื ืขื•ืฉื” ืขืกืงืื•ืช ื‘ืชืžื•ืจื” ืœื—ื•ื‘ื•ืช, ื•ืชืžื™ื“ ื“ื•ืื’ ืœื’ื‘ื•ืช ืžื” ืฉื—ื™ื™ื‘ื™ื ืœื•… ืขื“ ืฉื”ื•ื ืคื•ื’ืฉ ืืช ืงืืœื™, ื•ื”ื›ืœ ืžืฉืชื ื”! ๐Ÿ”ฅ
ื”ืกืคืจ ืœื ืชื•ืจื’ื ืœืขื‘ืจื™ืช.

๐Ÿ“š I run my fingers over his sleeve of tattoos. โ€œWhat do all these mean?โ€ Thereโ€™s a rose melting into tears. There are angels and smoke and scales that morph into an eye. All of it twists and turns down his shoulder and arm. Itโ€™s beautiful and macabre. ๐Ÿ“š

6. ื‘ื•ืœื™ / ืคื ืœื•ืคื” ื“ืื’ืœืืก โœ’
ื”ืงืขืงื•ืขื™ื ืฉืœ ื’'ืืจื“ ื”ื ืกื™ื›ื•ื ืžื•ืฉืœื ืฉืœ ื›ืœ ืžื” ืฉื”ื•ื ืœื ืžืฆืœื™ื— ืœื‘ื˜ื ื‘ืžื™ืœื™ื… ื”ืงืขืงื•ืขื™ื ื”ื ื”ื“ืจืš ื”ื™ื—ื™ื“ื” ืฉืœื• ืœื—ืฉื•ืฃ ืžืฉื”ื• ืืžื™ืชื™ ืžืขืฆืžื• ื‘ื–ืžืŸ ืฉื”ื•ื ืขื•ื˜ื” ืืช ืžืกื›ืช ื”ื‘ืจื™ื•ืŸ ืฉืœื• ื›ืœืคื™ ื—ื•ืฅ. ื›ื™ ืœืžืจื•ืช ื”ื›ืื‘, ื”ื›ืขืก ื•ื”ืจื™ื‘ื™ื ื‘ื™ื ื™ื”ื… ื”ื ืžืฉืœื™ืžื™ื ืื—ื“ ืืช ื”ืฉื ื™. ๐Ÿ’œ
ืœืจื›ื™ืฉื” ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ“š ืดื”ืงืขืงื•ืข ืฉืœืš โ€” 'ืืชืžื•ืœ ื ืžืฉืš ืœืขื•ืœื, ืžื—ืจ ืœื ื‘ื ืืฃ ืคืขื' โ€” ื–ื” ืžื” ืฉื›ืชื•ื‘. ืžื” ื–ื” ืื•ืžืจ?ืด ื‘ืื—ื“ ื”ื‘ืงืจื™ื ื”ืฉื‘ื•ืข ื”ืฆืœื—ืชื™, ืกื•ืฃ ืกื•ืฃ, ืœืงืจื•ื ืืช ื”ื›ื™ืชื•ื‘ ืฉื‘ืฆื“ ืคืœื’ ื’ื•ืคื• ื”ืขืœื™ื•ืŸ, ื‘ื–ืžืŸ ืฉื™ืฉืŸ.
ื”ื™ื“ ืฉืœื• ืจืคืจืคื” ืขืœ ืฉื™ืขืจื™. ืดืฉื ืฉืืจืชื™ ืชืงื•ืข ื‘ืขื‘ืจ โ€” ืžื” ืฉืงืจื” ืขื ืื‘ื ืฉืœื™, ืžื” ืฉืงืจื” ืื™ืชืš. ืœื ื”ืฆืœื—ืชื™ ืœื”ืชื’ื‘ืจ ืขืœ ื”ื›ืขืก. ื”ืืชืžื•ืœ ื”ืžืฉื™ืš ืœืจื“ื•ืฃ ืื•ืชื™ ื•ื”ืจื’ืฉืชื™ ื›ืื™ืœื• ืžื—ืจ, ื”ื™ื•ื ื”ื—ื“ืฉ, ืœื ืžื’ื™ืข ืืฃ ืคืขื.ืด
ืขื“ ืฉื”ื’ืขืชื™, ื”ื•ื ื›ืชื‘ ื‘ืคืชืง.
ืดื•ื”ืขืฉืฉื™ืช ืฉืžืงื•ืขืงืขืช ืขืœ ื”ื–ืจื•ืข ืฉืœืš?ืด
ืดืืช ืฉื•ืืœืช ื™ื•ืชืจ ืžื“ื™ ืฉืืœื•ืช,ืด ื’'ืืจื“ ื”ืชืœื•ื ืŸ ื‘ืฉื•ื‘ื‘ื•ืช. ืจืื™ืชื™ ืฉื”ื•ื ื ื‘ื•ืš.
ืื‘ืœ ืœื ื•ื™ืชืจืชื™. ื”ืžืฉื›ืชื™ ืœื”ืžืชื™ืŸ ืœืชืฉื•ื‘ื”.
ื”ื•ื ื—ื™ื™ืš ืืœื™ื™ ื‘ื›ื ื™ืขื”. ืดื”ืขืฉืฉื™ืช ื”ื™ื ืืช, ื˜ื™ื™ื˜, ื”ืื•ืจ. ๐Ÿ“š

7. ื‘ื—ื™ืจืชื” ืฉืœ ืงืืจื™ืŸ: ืžื™ืกื˜ื™ ื•ื•ืงืจ – Bohemian Patience / Misty Walker โœ’
ื‘ื“ืจืš ื›ืœืœ ื‘ืกืคืจื™ื ื‘ื–'ืื ืจ ืฉืœื ื•, ื”ื“ืžื•ืช ื”ื’ื‘ืจื™ืช ื”ื™ื ื–ื• ืฉืžืœืื” ื‘ืงืขืงื•ืขื™ื… ืื– ืื™ื–ื” ืžืจืขื ืŸ ื–ื” ืœืงืจื•ื ืžืฉื”ื• ืงืฆืช ื”ืคื•ืš, ื›ืืฉืจ ื”ืื™ืฉื” ื”ื™ื ื–ื• ืฉืžืงื•ืขืงืขืช, ื ื›ื•ืŸ?? ๐Ÿ‘‘โค
ื”ืกืคืจ ืœื ืชื•ืจื’ื ืœืขื‘ืจื™ืช. ืœืจื›ื™ืฉืช ื”ืกืคืจ ื”ืจืืฉื•ืŸ ื‘ืกื“ืจื”, ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ“š Sheโ€™s tall. Her neck is long and slender. Dressed in a thin, flowy top and jean cutoffs, I see her arms and legs are also long and willowy. And tattooed. A large portrait I canโ€™t quite make out covers her shoulder and smaller tattoos litter her forearm and wrist. Another larger tattoo wraps around her thigh. Itโ€™s colorful in fuchsia and purple tones. I want to get closer to inspect, but that would be weird. ๐Ÿ“š

8. ื‘ื—ื™ืจืชื” ืฉืœ ืืœื™ื ื•ืจ: ืžืขื‘ืจ ืœื–ืžืŸ / ื’'ื•ืœ ืื™. ืืŸ โœ’
ื’ืจื™ืคื™ืŸ, ื’ืจื™ืคื™ืŸ, ื’ืจื™ืคื™ืŸ… ืื ื—ื ื• ืืคื™ืœื• ืœื ืฆืจื™ื›ื•ืช ืœื”ื•ืกื™ืฃ ืœืฆื™ื˜ื•ื˜ ื”ื–ื” ื›ืœื•ื, ื—ื•ืฅ ืž: ื™ืืžื™! ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ˜‹
ืœืจื›ื™ืฉื” ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ“š ื”ื•ื ื”ืกืชื•ื‘ื‘ ื•ื”ืจืื” ืœื™ ืืช ื’ื‘ื• ื•ืืช ืชื—ื™ืœืช ืงืขืงื•ืข ื”ื“ืจืงื•ืŸ, ื‘ืืžืฆืข ื”ื’ื‘. ื ื™ืกื™ืชื™ ืœื“ื‘ืจ, ืื‘ืœ ื”ื•ื ืคืชื— ืืช ื”ื’'ื™ื ืก ื•ื’ืจื ืœื™ ืœื—ืคืฉ ื‘ื”ื™ืกื˜ืจื™ื” ืื—ืจ ืžื—ืฉื‘ื” ืื—ืช ื‘ืจื•ืจื”.
ื”ืฉืชื ืงื•ืช.
ื”ื•ื ืื•ืžื ื ื”ื™ื” ื‘ื’ื‘ื• ืืœื™ ืื‘ืœ… ืื‘ืœ… ื”ื™ืฉื‘ืŸ!
ืื ื—ื”. ืจื™ื•ืจ. ื™ื‘ื‘ื”.
ื”ื•ื ื”ื ื™ื— ืœื’'ื™ื ืก ืœืฆื ื•ื— ืืœ ื”ื‘ืจื›ื™ื™ื ื•ืžืฉืš ืืช ื”ืชื—ืชื•ื ื™ื ื”ืฆื™ื“ื” ื›ื“ื™ ืœื”ืจืื•ืช ืœื™ ืื™ืš ื–ื ื‘ ื”ื“ืจืงื•ืŸ ืžืชืคืชืœ ืขืœ ื”ื™ืฉื‘ืŸ ื”ื›ืœ ื›ืš ืžื•ืฉืœื ืฉืœื• ื•ื™ื•ืจื“ ืขื“ ืœืืžืฆืข ื”ืจื’ืœ.
ืืžืจืชื™ ืœืขืฆืžื™ ืœืกื’ื•ืจ ืืช ื”ืคื” ื•ืœื”ืคืกื™ืง ืœื”ืชื ืฉื, ืื‘ืœ ื”ื’ื•ืฃ ืฉืœื™ ืœื ื”ื’ื™ื‘.
ื’ืจื™ืคื™ืŸ ื”ืฆื™ืฅ ืœืื—ื•ืจ. ืžื™ื”ืจืชื™ ืœื”ื‘ื™ื˜ ื‘ื• ื•ืœืกื’ื•ืจ ืืช ื”ืคื”, ืื‘ืœ ืื ื™ ื“ื™ ื‘ื˜ื•ื—ื” ืฉื”ื•ื ืจืื” ืืช ืฉื•ื‘ืœ ื”ืจื•ืง ืฉื™ืจื“ ืืœ ืกื ื˜ืจื™.
"ื“ืจืงื•ืŸ ื ืงื‘ื”. ืื ื™ ื—ื•ืฉื‘ ืฉืงื•ืจืื™ื ืœื” ืกื•ื•ื™ื™ื–ื™." ๐Ÿ“š

9. ื‘ื—ื™ืจืชื” ืฉืœ ืœื™ืจืŸ: ื”ื“ืžืขื•ืช ืฉืœ ื˜ืก / ืคืคืจ ื•ื™ื ื˜ืจืก โœ’
ืงื™ื• (Q) ืžืจืกืจ ื”ื•ื ื’ื‘ืจ ื—ื–ืง ืืฆื™ืœื™ ื•ืžืกื•ืจ – ืื‘ืœ ื”ื•ื ื’ื ืžืกืชื•ืจื™, ืฉื‘ื•ืจ ื•ืจื“ื•ืฃ ืืฉืจ ืžืชืžื•ื“ื“ ืขื ืฉื“ื™ื ืžืŸ ื”ืขื‘ืจ ื•ืขื ืžื™ ืฉื”ื•ื ื‘ืืžืช – ื•ื”ืงืขืงื•ืขื™ื ืฉืœื• ืžืฉืชืœื‘ื™ื ืขื ื”ืื™ืฉื™ื•ืช ืฉืœื• ื‘ืฆื•ืจื” ืžื•ืฉืœืžืช! ๐Ÿ”ฅ
ืœืจื›ื™ืฉื” ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ“š ืงื™ื• ื”ื‘ื™ื˜ ื‘ื™ ื‘ืžื‘ื˜ ืžืชืจื™ืก, ืฉื“ื—ืง ื‘ื™ ืœืฉืคื•ื˜ ืื•ืชื•. ื•ื›ืš ืขืฉื™ืชื™. ื›ืœ ื‘ื™ืช ื”ื—ื–ื” ืฉืœื• ื•ืฆื“ ื’ื•ืคื• ื”ื™ืžื ื™ ื”ื™ื• ืžื›ื•ืกื™ื ื‘ืฆื™ืคื•ืจื™ื ืžืขื•ืคืคื•ืช. ื”ืื™ืžื” ื‘ืขื™ื ื™ ื”ื“ืจื•ืจื™ื ื—ื ืงื” ืืช ื’ืจื•ื ื™, ื‘ืขื•ื“ืŸ ืžืขื•ืคืคื•ืช ื‘ืžื”ื™ืจื•ืช ืžื‘ื™ืŸ ื”ืฉื™ื—ื™ื ื”ืงื•ืฆื ื™ื™ื, ื’ื“ืจื•ืช ืชื™ืœ ื•ืขื ื ื™ ืกืขืจื”. ื”ืขื ื ื™ื ืฉื›ื™ืกื• ืืช ืฆื™ื“ื• ื”ืฉื ื™, ื‘ืœืขื• ืืช ื”ืฆื™ืคื•ืจื™ื ื—ืกืจื•ืช ื”ืžื–ืœ ื•ื—ื ืงื• ืื•ืชื ืœืžื•ื•ืช.
ืœื™ื‘ื™ ื›ืื‘ ื›ืฉื”ื‘ื˜ืชื™ ื‘ืงืขืงื•ืข ื”ืžื•ืจื›ื‘ ืฉืœ ืงื™ื•. ื‘ืชื•ื›ื• ื”ืกืชืชืจื• ืจืฉืขื•ืช ื•ืขืฆื‘, ืฉื”ื–ื›ื™ืจื• ืœื™ ืืช ืฆื™ื•ืจ ื”ืงื™ืจ ื‘ื—ื“ืจ ืฉื‘ื• ื”ื•ืขืžื“ืชื™ ืขืœ ื”ื›ืŸ. ืจืฆื™ืชื™ ืœืœื˜ืฃ ืืช ื”ื ื•ืฆื•ืช ืฉืฆื•ื™ืจื• ื‘ืคืจื˜ื™ ืคืจื˜ื™ื. ืจืฆื™ืชื™ ืœืœืงืง ืืช ื”ืคื˜ืžื” ืฉืœื•, ืฉืขืœื™ื” ื”ืฆืœื™ื—ื” ืฆื™ืคื•ืจ ืื—ืช ืœื”ื™ืžืœื˜ ืœื—ื•ืคืฉื™ ื•ื’ืจืžื” ืœืขื™ื ื™ื™ ืœื‘ื”ื•ืง ื‘ืื•ืฉืจ ื•ื‘ืชืงื•ื•ื”. ๐Ÿ“š

10. ื‘ื—ื™ืจืชื” ืฉืœ ื›ื ืจืช: ื’ืื•ื•ื” ืžืขื•ื•ืชืช / ืงื•ืจื” ืจื™ื™ืœื™ โœ’
ืจืจืžื•, ื”ืงืืคื• ืฉืœ ื”ืงืืžืจื•ื ื” ืฉืœ ื•ื’ืืก ื”ื•ื ื’ื‘ืจ ืื›ื–ืจื™ ืฉืื™ื ื• ืžื™ื™ื—ืก ื—ืฉื™ื‘ื•ืช ืœื—ื•ืงื™ื ื›ืžื• ืฉืืจ ื”ืžืืคื™ื•ืช ื•ืฉื•ืœื˜ ื‘ืฉื˜ื— ืฉืœื• ื‘ื™ื“ ืงืฉื”. ื”ื•ื ื—ื•ื•ื” ืขื‘ืจ ื›ื•ืื‘ ื•ื”ืงืขืงื•ืข ืขืœ ื’ื‘ื• ืžื™ื™ืฆื’ ืืช ื”ืื“ื ืฉื”ื•ื ื”ืคืš ืœื”ื™ื•ืช ื”ื™ื•ื… ืžืœืืš ื ื•ืคืœ. ื–ืืช ื›ืžื•ื‘ืŸ, ืขื“ ืฉื”ื•ื ืคื•ื’ืฉ ื‘ืžืœืืš ืื—ืจ ืœื’ืžืจื™. ื–ื” ื”ืชื—ื™ืœ ืžื ืงืžื”, ืืš ื”ืชืคืชื— ืœืื”ื‘ื” ื’ื“ื•ืœื” ืžื”ื—ื™ื™ื. ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฃ
ืœืจื›ื™ืฉื” ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ“š "ืžื” ื”ืžืฉืžืขื•ืช ืฉืœ ื”ืงืขืงื•ืข ืฉืœืš? ืืชื” ื™ื•ื“ืข ืœืžื” ืขืฉื™ืชื™ ืืช ืฉืœื™, ืื‘ืœ ืื ื™ ืชื•ื”ื” ืœืžื” ืขืฉื™ืช ืืช ืฉืœืš."
ืจืžื– ื–ื”ื™ืจื•ืช ื—ืœืฃ ื‘ืขื™ื ื™ื•, ืžื’ื ื ื•ืช ืฉื”ื™ื” ืจื’ื™ืœ ืœื”ืคืขื™ืœ ื•ืฉืจืฆื” ืœื ืขื•ืœ ื‘ื—ื–ืจื” ื‘ืžืงื•ืžืŸ. "ื ื™ื ื• ืขืฉื” ืืช ื–ื”. ืœืคื ื™ ืฉื‘ืข ืฉื ื™ื ื‘ืขืจืš."
ื”ื ื”ื ืชื™ ื›ื“ื™ ืœื”ืจืื•ืช ืฉืื ื™ ืžืงืฉื™ื‘ื”.
"ื–ื” ืžืœืืš ื ืคื•ืœ, ื›ืžื• ืฉืืžืจืช. ื”ื•ื ืžืกืžืœ ืืช ื”ื ืคื™ืœื” ืฉืœื™ ื•ืฉืœ ื ื™ื ื• ื‘ื™ื•ื ืฉืื™ืžื ืฉืœื ื• ื ื™ืกืชื” ืœื”ืจื•ื’ ืื•ืชื ื•." ๐Ÿ“š

11. ื‘ื—ื™ืจืชื• ืฉืœ ืื‘ื™ืฉื™: The Saint / Kelsey Clayton โœ’
ืœื›ืœ ืื—ื“ ืžืืชื ื• ื™ืฉ ื’ื‘ื•ืœื•ืช ืฉื”ื•ื ืœื ืžื•ื›ืŸ ืœื—ืฆื•ืช ืื• ืกื™ืžืŸ ืฉืœ ื“ื’ืœ ืื“ื•ื ื”ืžืกืžืŸ ืœื ื• "ืกื›ื ื” – ืœื ืœื”ืชืงืจื‘". ื“ืœื™ื™ื ื™ ืœื ื—ืฉื‘ื” ืฉืชื”ื™ื” ืฉื‘ื•ื™ื” ื‘ืื”ื‘ื” ืฉืœ 'ื”ื™ืœื“ ื”ืจืข' ื•ื”ืžืงื•ืขืงืข ืฉื—ื™ ื‘ืฉื›ื•ื ื” ืฉืœื”. ื”ื•ื ืขื ื™, ื”ื™ื ืขืฉื™ืจื” – ืื‘ืœ ืืฃ ืื—ื“ ื‘ืืžืช ืœื ืžื›ื™ืจ ืื•ืชื”… ื›ื™ ื™ืฉ ืœื” ื“ื’ืœ ืื“ื•ื – ื ื•ืงืก. ืื‘ืœ ื”ื™ื ืชืžื™ื“ ื™ื“ืขื” ืฉืื“ื•ื ื”ื•ื ื”ืฆื‘ืข ื”ืžื•ืขื“ืฃ ืขืœื™ื”. โคโคโค
ื”ืกืคืจ ืœื ืชื•ืจื’ื ืœืขื‘ืจื™ืช.

๐Ÿ“š โ€œIs there one I havenโ€™t seen yet? Like one on the inside of your lip or something?โ€
The look on his face tells me there is, and he takes a moment before answering. โ€œI have one on my ass.โ€
I gasp. โ€œNo, you donโ€™t.โ€
He stands up and turns around to pull down his pants. Sure enough, in chicken scratch writing, the words โ€œTeenage Dirtbagโ€ are thereโ€”the black a striking contrast to his milky skin tone.
โ€œOh my God! What the hell made you do that?โ€ I canโ€™t mask the shock from my voice. Shrugging, he pulls his pants back into place. โ€œA good friend of mine got his first tattoo kit. He needed someone to practice on.โ€
โ€œSo, you volunteered your ass?โ€ ๐Ÿ“š

12. ื‘ื—ื™ืจืชื” ืฉืœ ื‘ืจื™ืช: ื”ืขืกืงื” / ืืœ ืงื ื“ื™ โœ’
ืฉื—ืงืŸ ื”ื”ื•ืงื™ ื’ืืจื˜ ื’ืจื”ื, ื”ื•ื ืงืฆืช ื›ืžื• ื”ืงืขืงื•ืข ืฉืœื•: ื”ื•ื ื™ืขืœื” ืื•ืชืš ื‘ืืฉ, ืชื•ืš ื›ื“ื™ ืฉื™ื”ื™ื” ืœืš ื—ื™ื•ืš ืขื ืง ืขืœ ื”ืคื ื™ื! ื”ื•ื ืœื ืžื™ื™ื—ืก ืžืฉืžืขื•ืช ืขืžื•ืงื” ืœืงืขืงื•ืข ืฉืœื• ื›ื™ ืœื ืฆืจื™ืš ืกื™ื‘ื” ืžื™ื•ื—ื“ืช ืœื›ืœ ื“ื‘ืจ… ืœืคืขืžื™ื ืืชื” ืกืชื ืื•ื”ื‘ ืžืฉื”ื• ื‘ืœื™ ืกื™ื‘ื”. ืœืคืขืžื™ื ืืชื” ืกืชื ื ื›ืฉืœ ื‘ื‘ื—ื™ื ื” ื•ืขื•ืฉื” ืขืกืงื” ืขื ื‘ื—ื•ืจื” ืฉืžืขื•ืœื ืœื ื™ื“ืขืช ืขืœ ืงื™ื•ืžื” ื›ื“ื™ ืฉืชืขื–ื•ืจ ืœืš ืœืœืžื•ื“, ื‘ื–ืžืŸ ืฉืืชื” ืชืขื–ื•ืจ ืœื” ืœื”ืฉื™ื’ ืืช ื‘ื—ื•ืจ ื”ื—ืœื•ืžื•ืช ืฉืœื”… ืื‘ืœ ื‘ื“ืจืš ื”ื•ื ืžื’ืœื” ืคืชืื•ื ื™ืฉ ืœื” ืžืฉืžืขื•ืช ืžื™ื•ื—ื“ืช ื•ื”ื•ื ืœื ืžืฆืœื™ื— ืœื”ื‘ื™ืŸ ืื™ืš ื—ื™ ื—ื™ื™ื ืฉืœืžื™ื ื‘ืœืขื“ื™ื”. ๐Ÿ˜
ืœืจื›ื™ืฉื” ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ“š ืื ื™ ืขื•ืงื‘ืช ื‘ืืฆื‘ืขื™ ืื—ืจ ื”ืงืขืงื•ืข ืขืœ ื–ืจื•ืขื• ื”ืฉืžืืœื™ืช ื•ืฉื•ืืœืช, "ืœืžื” ืœื”ื‘ื•ืช?"
ื”ื•ื ืžื•ืฉืš ื›ืชืคื™ื™ื. "ืื ื™ ืื•ื”ื‘ ืืฉ. ื•ืื ื™ ื—ื•ืฉื‘ ืฉื”ืœื”ื‘ื•ืช ื ืจืื•ืช ืžื’ื ื™ื‘ื•ืช."
ื”ืชื’ื•ื‘ื” ืžืฉืขืฉืขืช ืื•ืชื™, ืื‘ืœ ื’ื ืžืจืฉื™ืžื” ืื•ืชื™. "ื•ื•ืื•. ืฆื™ืคื™ืชื™ ืœืฉืžื•ืข ืื™ื–ื” ืงืฉืงื•ืฉ ืขืœ ื”ืžืฉืžืขื•ืช ืžืื—ื•ืจื™ ื–ื”. ืื ื™ ื ืฉื‘ืขืช, ื›ืœ ืคืขื ืฉืฉื•ืืœื™ื ืžื™ืฉื”ื• ืขืœ ื”ืงืขืงื•ืข ืฉืœื•, ื”ื•ื ืื•ืžืจ ืœืš ืฉื–ื” ืื•ืžืจ 'ืื•ืžืฅ' ื‘ื˜ื™ื™ื•ื•ืื ื™ืช ืื• ืžืฉื”ื•, ื›ืฉืฉื ื™ื ื• ื™ื•ื“ืขื™ื ืฉื–ื” ื›ื ืจืื” ืื•ืžืจ 'ืชืคื•ื— ืื“ืžื”' ืื• 'ื ืขืœ' ืื• 'ืฉื™ื›ื•ืจ ื•ื˜ื™ืคืฉ'. ืื• ืฉื”ื•ื ืžืกืคืจ ืœืš ืื™ื–ื” ืกื™ืคื•ืจ ืื™ืš ื”ื•ื ื”ื’ื™ืข ืœืฉืคืœ ื”ืžื“ืจื’ื” ืœืคื ื™ x ืฉื ื™ื, ืื‘ืœ ื”ืชืžื•ื“ื“ ืขื ื–ื” ื•ื‘ื’ืœืœ ื–ื” ื™ืฉ ืœื• ืืช ืขื•ืฃ ื”ื—ื•ืœ ืขื•ืœื” ืžืŸ ื”ืืคืจ ืžืงื•ืขืงืข ืœื• ืขืœ ื”ื’ื‘."
ื’ืืจื˜ ืฆื•ื—ืง ื•ืื– ืžืจืฆื™ืŸ. "ืื– ื–ื” ื›ื ืจืื” ืœื ื”ื–ืžืŸ ืœืกืคืจ ืœืš ืขืœ ื”ืงืขืงื•ืข ื”ืฉื‘ื˜ื™ ืขืœ ื”ืฉื•ืง ืฉืœื™. ื–ื” ืื•ืžืจ ืื•ืคื˜ื™ืžื™ ื ืฆื—ื™."
"ืื•ื™ ืืœื•ื”ื™ื. ื‘ืืžืช?"
"ืœื. ืœื’ืžืจื™ ืžืฉืงืจ. ืื‘ืœ ืžื’ื™ืข ืœืš ืขืœ ื›ืœ ื”ืฉื™ืคื•ื˜ื™ื•ืช ืฉืœืš ืขืœ ืงืขืงื•ืขื™ื ืฉืœ ืื ืฉื™ื." ๐Ÿ“š

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