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bronze skin. my mother, unlike good mothers, didn't cover me in cuticura. she didn't want me paraded in whiteface, the keralite kabuki artiste. she kissed my bronze toes and admired my unfair skin. my mother sneers at whitening unguents and loves my dark brow. my mother, stuck in a desert town, blew raspberries
bronze skin. my mother, unlike good mothers, didn't cover me in cuticura. she didn't want me paraded in whiteface, the keralite kabuki artiste. she kissed my bronze toes and admired my unfair skin. my mother sneers at whitening unguents and loves my dark brow. my mother, stuck in a desert town, blew raspberries...
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