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Out, damned spot!

My sebaceous glands become overenthusiastic whenever I stay awake all night. Not when I’m doing fun things like partying, or boozing it up, but when I’m marking eye-gouging essays as I did last night, or writing my own. Woe, I cry, why me? Why my forehead? But they come, relentlessly, like telemarketers’ phone calls when… Continue reading Out, damned spot!