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It was late and raining. The forecast had the rain tapering off and cooling later that night, but for now it was still raining hard. I had just gotten home from my job, closing up the piercing parlor for the night. It wasn’t too busy, it never was when it was raining. I drummed my chipped black nail polished fingernails on the outside of the fridge. I had the door open staring into it, the light from inside lit up a rather dark half kitchen in the apartment. I sighed, a half case of beer, a carton of leftover Chinese and a half an orange was all that was left inside. I scratched my bare chest, I had taken off my tattered black t-shirt, it was soaked from the rain. I ran my fingers across my abs, scratched a little more where my most recent addition to the tattoo’d art that was covering most of my right side. I hadn’t had the cash to continue the design that would eventually cover most of my upper torso, the last part was a few months old, the linework was dark solid blacks and a tribal island patterns. I yawned, pushed my dyed black hair away from my face and stretched, grabbed a beer out of the fridge and closed the door. I leaned on the kitchen counter, opened the beer and drank most of it. The frosty bottle brushed up against my chest. The slight coldness from the beer and the thought of the rain gave me the chills, a shiver ran through me and I felt the rings in both of my nipples tighten against the skin.
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