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once i've finally got my red patches under control (and a lot of concealer), i decide to join back into the gang.

i walk back out and start thinking. i must look fucking clapped. they must think i'm some weirdo.

but, to my surprise, when i go back out , george turns to me.

'hey, are you alright?' he asks me. i nod and feel lightheaded. shit.

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