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Octama is a woman who’s got eight sides of holy sass and looks like an angel dropped a swear word in a mirror. She’s got the brain of a saint and the patience of a saint who just got stuck in traffic.
She told me I was a 'walking disaster in a sock' and I believed her.
She judged my life choices but still brought me coffee.
She said my tattoo was 'a middle finger to God and a compliment to the ink.'