
A few moments after the needle had accomplished its task, the piercer ran out of the room, and came dashing back in with a wad of paper towels. Not a good sign, but I was already clued in by the fact that there was a drop of blood on my collarbone. (Thank goodness I'd worn a wide-necked shirt since we were heading out for a date after this!) He helped me get cleaned up and fixed whatever went wrong (even now I have no idea). I held a paper towel covered in my own blood while he finished the job, which was a little awkward.
I have now had a total of eight after-market holes added to my body, and this is the first time any piercing has ever bled like that. But I don't care what you say, I am very pleased with my birthday present.
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So for the past few days, I've been meaning to email you to ask when exactly your birthday is. I knew it was August twentysomething. Happy Birthday!
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