A Curious Case of a Pimply Face
When Everett Furuncle was 13 years old, he got his first pimple, the next month: another, and so on. This would all be pretty standard if the pustules faded like they were supposed to, but they didn’t.
When Everett was 16, he had lost count of the peaks of each pus-filled mountain range covering his face.
Everyone called him Everest. Everyone but Sally.
Sally was both blind and Furuncle’s only friend. She’d put her hands on his face and read it like braille and, underneath the pimples, Everett would smile.
This tradition continued precisely until the moment Everett’s face exploded.
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