She worked the register at the drive-through, tattoos covering forearms, hands, and fingers. I almost asked why she wasn’t still in school but decided against it. I figure anyone with an honest job is okay in my book. Plus I wanted to get my large coffee without somebody hocking in it, man. Later another girl, this one with a dragon tattoo–black hair, pale, pierced nostril–checked me in at the Doctor's office. I didn’t ask if anyone ever threatened to rip the ring out of her nose; one doesn’t speak like that to strangers.
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