Here is a tatto. It's Brigi's tatto to be exact. She got this the day after my birthday in 1997 and like to squeezed my hand off. I couldn't even leave without being verbally abused. She said I was supposed to get one too but I chickened out. All I remember is that we were there all day. This was the same summer we went to London; we left within the week. Ah . . . London . . . the Stamford Arms . . . my favorite city in the world!
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