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The boy with the jade-colored eyes.  

When a rare taxi cab showed up just outside my tattoo parlor, it took me aback a little. It was a rare event that a taxi driver would drive to this small fishing town.

Visitors weren’t usually a thing here in North Cove, the town’s folklore scared everyone off. 

I did recognize the taxi driver, he was a bitter old man that just wanted to do the bare minimum to earn his wages. When a taxi did show up it was always him—him with the same lazy attitude.

Oh, and not to mention my grandmother paid me a visit last night. All she wanted to pop in just to say that my eldest brother was to marry before the new year and shortly after I’ll become an uncle. 

Not an I’ve missed you, or an I