It was a bet she would have won with herself: That she would become absorbed with a sketch and get sunburned.
She had rubbed sunscreen on, but not enough, and haphazardly. She could feel the abstract patches of her skin, now reddened, heating like the top of a range, next to patches that had been protected. It was like dermal gerrymandering.
The sketch th…
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