Local Color: a fake-bake gone wrong
My pasty, sick-Victorian-child-like complexion was indistinguishable from the chalk-colored bathroom walls. My dark blue ripped jeggings looked like they stood unassisted by my skeleton. Horrified, I doted on the winter white-girl syndrome that had ravaged my body. How long had I walked around looking like printer paper? How long had I gone without a spray tan?
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