There are small brown scabs all over my face. I can feel a few of them. Dotted across both cheeks to the jawline. More on the right side than on the left. A sprinkling over my nose. Exactly 10 on my forehead. Only my chinny chin chin is spared. My face is burning. The ice pack has gone tepid and useless. "This feels worse than getting kicked in the eye," I moan. Cushion calls me a wuss.
The scabs turn brown black. I begin to panic slightly. I wonder what I've gotten myself into,
The scabs are breaking up! One drops off as I dry my face. In its place, a tiny pink circle. I hope I haven't just replaced 50 years of sun damage with tiny pink circles. That would be so stupid.
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