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September 24, 2013

Anniversary by *SurrealCachinnation is a brief, effective story about friendship and consequences.

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Suggested by Rieal-Dragonsbane

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Published: Jul 3, 2013

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I did nothing today but work on this story.

FFM Day 2

Prompt: Every year they got a new tattoo. -- ~amnesiatoast

Word Count: 1000

Thanks to my friend Jacob and my dad *Plaugh for the names for the tattoo parlors.

Thanks to my bestie ~RavenXNevermore for putting up with my whining all day while I worked on this and sent her countless versions of drafts.

DLD received 8/11/13
Thank you, `SilverInkblot, for selecting my piece to be featured!

DD received 9/24/13
Eeeek! Thank you so much ~Rieal-Dragonsbane for the suggestion and ^neurotype for the feature! This was such an incredible surprise.