Yesterday I was helping out at my aunt's ranch. She's recooperating from a broken wrist, and she needed someone to haul the hay for her. Being the uber-butch He-Man-Witch that I am, naturally I was her first choice.
Being of a complexion commonly called Vampiric, I took the usual precautions for going out of doors, but I ended up with a sunburn on my cheeks and a few patches where I burned through my shirt.
There is currently, at the center of my chest, a one-inch wide pentagram sunburned into my skin, right next to my pentagram/burning heart tattoo.
If Witch Hunters come to examine me in the next few days, I'm totally fucked.
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