Subway rush hour, I'm standing mashed up against everyone else when I notice a tatoo on a girls arm. It's an anchor on her left wrist, whatever, nothing special. In fact it was kind of poorly done. On her right wrist she had a picture of a heart, also nothing to write home about. But I am because just a few bodies over another girl had a tatoo of an anchor on her left wrist and the word love written out on her right. Two people no connection, no originality.
(The Navy has Anchors)
Or is this a new cult...
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