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𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙸 𝙽𝙴'𝚉𝙸𝙰𝙷 𝙶𝙸𝙱𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙻𝚈𝙽, 𝙽𝚈
Armani bit her lip as she lied on her side on Nasir's tattoo bed, she was no doubt starting to love tattoos and the little sting that came from the tattoo pen. Even though she was used to the pain, she still bit her lip when she saw it coming and clenched her eyes closed. Nasir was gentle as usual with her but the sting dragged on forever because Nasir wanted to be careful of making any mistakes. He finished an hour later and she smiled at the work— he always snapped on his tattoos.
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To her dragons represented fury, perseverance, and strength— strength that she was forced to have her entire life every time some one brought up her mother or offered there condolences knowing that really they would forget her the next day, fury from the fact that blacks were really the most unprotected and it hit her young, and perseverance when she went through phases of depression and didn't have it in her to continue school. Looking back, she was happy that she never gave up because she was doing everything she planned in life.
"Thank you baby." Said Armani as she got up carefully. "Fuck this shit hurts."
"I told you it would ma." Said Nasir chuckling at her reaction. "Just take some ibuprofen and you should be fine."
