Now I like cake. But my face doesn't. Sound familiar? Every time I consume something that has more than a grain of sugar, it's like Mount Versuvius all over again. WOOSH! My face goes up like a balloon on the queen's birthday. I'm alright with getting rid of them... It's just they're so tempting to poke and pick.
Now I must go and dye my hair... Or my mother won't buy me cake..
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