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“Okay, yes. But despite that, they want those tattoos,” Ivy argued, slumping back in her chair while she raised her brows at the other, crossing her arms over her chest. Maybe it could have been better, but people didn’t go to their shop for that. They went to get exactly what they were looking for. And Ivy delivered. “Look, all they want is what they told us. So.... No, this drawing isn’t up to par. I’m sorry,” she said simply. “But we're dealing with... Commercial art.”












