Sam has cool tattoos, I don’t think he’ll regret them when he’s fifty. But it’s impossible to know for certain because I’ll never see Sam again. He is one of the hundreds of people who have come and gone from my life. Sam, and everyone else like him, represent the most disappointing part of travel. The people you meet usually hail from distant time zones and foreign climates.
I wonder what Sam is doing now, has he filled up the rest of his chest?
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