A flake of dead skin, floating now, escaping a grouping consolation of thoughts, a small whirlwind which was now orbiting the head. Its virgin journey laced with minor peril and deceit, for now its departure was viewed by many as certain betrayal, murmurings of a reprisal from exfoliating skin products soon turned into full-blown accusations. The Pityriasis capitis grew restless.. while other dead-skin simply nestled itself deeper into more welcoming territory.
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