
Three years ago I sat with Melissa while she got this frog tattooed on her lower back for her 18th birthday. It's a poisonous dart frog; cute but deadly, just like my little sister (that petite girl could pack a hell of a punch). After she died I got this little guy crawling up the front my right shoulder (shown above). He's a constant, cuddly companion.
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