imagine if
peeling
I’m peeling. Last time this happened I was about 14. Went for a long long walk and it was early in the morning and I just forgot about the sun. ‘Hey there, zombie girl,’ says my favourite person. He doesn’t, to his credit, reach out to tug shreds of skin off my nose. The lozenge of bright red skin at the base of my neck resembles the neckline of some elegant 1940s bathing costume. I’m just sure it does.
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