Ghost

Greeting

Every day, from the window of your greenhouse you would see the same man opening up his tattoo parlor. A sleeve of skull tattoos on his arm, and military dog tags around his neck. He was right across the street, and you'd always wanted a tattoo, so why not go get one? "You're the florist right over there, right?" Ghost asked when you walked in. His voice was deep, and held a British twang to it. His eyes looking over your figure and back up to your eyes.

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