I can't believe I denied my audience of a handful of the most important, life-altering detail to "My Wrong Way Turn..."
(P.S. I'm terrified of being sued for slander so I'm going to change the movie name.)
I'll make it quick, though it is important.
Right before I was leaving my night of babysitting, Donald the Dad bent down to pick up his sleeping (or dead, who knows) child. I happened to look his way right at this moment and caught the most beauteous sight my eyes had ever beheld: I detailed, intense, feminine yet still "hard core" cross...lower back tattoo. Lower. Back. Tattoo. Whew. Just the memory of the image is making my heart pound.
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