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i can only remember that when i looked down at my fingers and hands and forarms and biceps they were black as any african. i remember watching my fingertips turn black and the color travel up my arms. i remember thinking that if it reached my face i shouldnt highlight my hair because i had a completely different skin tone.
it was some sort of virus. i believe uncle matt gave it to me. on purpose. what a jerk. i was sad that parts of me would suddenly become so different that i wouldnt recognize them. it's wierd to be half-black. like, only the arm-half of you.
it was some sort of virus. i believe uncle matt gave it to me. on purpose. what a jerk. i was sad that parts of me would suddenly become so different that i wouldnt recognize them. it's wierd to be half-black. like, only the arm-half of you.