...or Turkish or Moorish or anything remotely Mediterranean. I need to remember that when I trot out my pale gray skin into the summer sunlight. A delightful afternoon spent reading magazines in a lawnchair with an iced coffee in hand has turned me into a roasted beet. I can't even move my arms to type. I am actually typing this with my toes.
Furthermore, I am so concerned about getting eye wrinkles that I used SPF 60 on my FACE only - so I have a pale gray face with a beet-colored body. Now that's HOT.
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