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Let me paint you a picture, one I’m intimately familiar with and suspect you might be, too. It’s a Tuesday evening. I’d enjoyed a healthy, fiber-rich…
It was a Tuesday, and a stubborn, painful under-the-skin pimple had taken up residence on my chin. It was the kind that announces its arrival not wit…