Sonya and I were at this concert one time. There was this girl standing next to us. She was really pretty. She was a couple of inches over six feet tall with an exquisite face and an absolutely killer body. She was as cute as she could be with spiky purple hair, a tight little t-shirt and leather pants.
And the insides of her arms, from her wrists to her elbows, were criss-crossed with long, nasty, knotty-looking scars.
What's up with that?