Page 42 - The Book of Rumi
P. 42
“What kind of a lion tattoo doesn’t have a tail, an ear, or a belly? God has
not created such a lion!” he snapped. “Get out of my sight and don’t ever dare
show your face at my parlor again!”
Before the fake wrestler could even begin to complain, the tattoo artist
grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and threw him out of the bathhouse
into the cold winter air outside.
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