Was dressing when I noticed my shirt was spotted with blood, quite a lot of it. I turned to the mirror and saw my chest was covered with open sores. To my horror, there were dark pustules all over my forearms and lower legs, the ones below larger with iridescent contents. I hobbled over to Mr. Lanni, my truck-driving elementary school PE teacher, and asked if I could be excused because of my condition. He seemed to be an expert on the subject and took hold of a few of the bulbs, then let the liquid burst onto the floor in a heavy splash. Surprisingly there was no pain from this act, nor any itching from the others.
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