I stood there, washing my hands after using the washroom, and caught sight of myself under the fluorescent lights, and promptly said:
“Cripes, if I get any whiter, I’ll have to declare myself a new race.”
Because, seriously. If I stay still too long, I might fool someone into thinking that I’m dead. I’m that white right now.
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