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Eeked. There was a buzz behind me, a long, frowned hesitation, and then I felt the tattooed
needle bite into the flesh above my left shoulder blade. I barely kept from crying out, more
in surprise than actual pain. I'd picked a large tattoo for my very first one, and I
hadn't been sure how much it would hurt. For now, the burning was an imaginable sting,
like someone drawing the edge of a very fine blade across my skin. The chair I sat in was