Chapter 69: Sixty Seven

  FIVE MONTHS LATER

  I won't aim the needle at her eyes, I won't, I won't.

  But it's sure as hell hard not to send the tattoo needle deep into her fellow tattooist eyes. Doing her best to ignore the annoying woman over her shoulder she put the finishing touches to the red and bright blue butterfly her client requested. Normally, Sansa don't give a fuck about anybody's opinion or snide remake and she sure as hell don't give a shit about Dora's, who the hell name their kids Dora anyway? But Sansa was simply to tired, and don't have the tolerance to deal with Dora right now.