Yesterday we arrived at the NGO that we work at, and realized we'd gotten a little dirty from the red dirt on our way over. Alfred, the man who runs the grounds, led us to the kitchen and poured water over our hands as we rubbed them with soap.
Me: I think I'm clean now.
Alfred: (Pointing to the freckles and moles on my arm): What about those?
Me: Oh, those are just part of my skin. I was born with them. They are like dots on my skin.
Alfred: Like pimples?
Jenny: Yes, like pimples!
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