I am turning into a giant freckle. I don't think I've spent this much time in the sun since I was a kid.
God, but freckles were good then. My great-grandma Barker called them my angel kisses. And every summer she would say, "Ooh, the angels must love you so much! Look at those beautiful angel kisses!"
No one says that anymore. Now it's "Hey, look at that skin damage and potential melanoma on your forehead. Wear a hat!"
Fucking medical science, ruins everything.
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