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"What so you want?"
"Standard heart. Thought I'd get a new one for my girlfriend, Gail."
The tattooist examined the proffered arm and got out his stuff for the preliminary inking.
When it was finished, Adam let Gail take the bandages off proudly. She screamed, he ran, and she threw ornaments at him as he left. He didn't look at the tattoo until he made it into the pub, then he ordered a beer and called Legal Aid on the pay phone.
They were their usual bureaucratic bastard selves. He could probably annoy someone at the office in Sydney Road.