I saw an old man walking through an intersection. His hair was white, he was slender, his back hunched over.
But under his right eye were three tear drop tattoos.
You never really know someone’s past.
I saw an old man walking through an intersection. His hair was white, he was slender, his back hunched over.
But under his right eye were three tear drop tattoos.
You never really know someone’s past.
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