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Briar and I snuggle up together toward the end of the night, and I swear, just as I’m drifting off into a whiskey-induced coma, I hear Silas whisper to Ledger. “How the fuck did we get so lucky?”
God, my mother isn’t going to recognize me soon. Tattoos, piercings… maybe it’s all just a part of being the girlfriend of three tattoo artists.