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“You look familiar, have I tattooed you before?” I ask the young lady as she walks into the shop, hand in hand with her beau.

“No, you tattooed my ex-boyfriend. You tattooed my name on him, then covered it up after we broke up” she reminds me, “You did a really good job though, you can barely see it anymore, so that’s good!”

I laugh. “Well, You know what we say. Tattoos are permanent, love isn’t always! I tied to warn you, did I not?”
She joins in with a quick chuckle. “Ha, Yeah.” Clears her throat.

“So what can I do for you today?” I ask.

“He’s getting my name tattooed on him.” she adds.

You know where this is going.  Despite the obvious lunacy of the situation, he walked out the door happy as pigs in shit, with a permanent reminder of a girl he loved, for a few months.