2008-05-07 @ 6:42 a.m.

Licking my index finger, I rubbed a small spot on my nose. And again, thinking some small piece of mascara had managed to make a home on the bridge.

It was just another, new, freckle.

I wonder if there will be a day where they strike a revolt, and take over my face.

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