My grandmother asked me the other night, what "that blue spot" on my chin was, if it was a place where someone had kissed me to hard?
The story of the "blue" spot being a discolored, dime-size patch where a mid-season, scorpion face-plant scuffed my chin and left it to tan at a different rate, pales in comparison to the fact that Grandma knows what a hickey is. Furthermore, she's inquiring after what she believes to be a hickey on my face. Go Grandma.
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