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"Cheers" responded Sammy, taking a swig. Hannah rolled her eyes but she, too, took a swig.
"That reminds me," I said, reaching across to a pile of papers on an unoccupied dining chair. "I got these photos back today. They're from August when we were planting the shrubs in the back garden, the day before your 18th birthday party, Sammy. I bet you had plenty to drink then!"
"Yeah, so did Hannah," giggled Sammy, ignoring the 'daggers' from my daughter.
I passed the photo envelope over to them and the girls leafed through the photos, laughing and exclaiming at how they looked.
"You can see your tattoo nicely there, Sammy." I said, leaning across and pointing at the photo of her standing behind Hannah, who was planting a shrub. I felt Sammy's cheek brush against my arm, with slightly more contact than was needed. I withdrew my arm, but slowly.
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"Yeah," she said, sadly. "I'm having it removed next month, though, Clem."
"Why?" I asked.
"Oh, my Dad's been anal about it ever since I got it done, and that was ages ago, on my 16th birthday for God's sake," she exclaimed, her brow furrowing. "Anyway, I've got fed up with it too, because it wasn't really what I wanted. Anyway, he's forking out to have it removed by laser surgery."
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