IT was 3:30 in the afternoon. The time finally came. The time they had been waiting for all day. Clad in their khaki suits, the two boys boldly marched into the tattoo parlour in Half-Way-Tree and patiently waited for the artist to finish the "masterpiece" he was working on.
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