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“Hmmm, I should probably get this checked out,” stated Haley Casiano as she thumbed a blemish on her right temple that wasn’t there before she drank two and a half bottles of channel country Pinot Grigio.
Choosing to maximise her time on Earth, Casiano spent the previous evening getting absolutely smothered and has now woken up to a mysterious bump that is definitely harmless but also who knows?
“It’s nothing. It’s definitely nothing.”
“Fuck.”
Like any sane person, Casiano has a deep and festering fear that this unknown bump the size of a solitary hundreds & thousands bead is the reaper’s way of saying hello.
Fortunately for Casiano, her hangover has not impeded her ability to think rationally which is why she has narrowed the blemish down to either a harmless blackhead or life-ruining tumor.
“It’s just a blackhead. A blackhead that I can’t seem to squeeze. And doesn’t have a head…”
“I’m going to hospital.”
