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The sight of red makes bulls angry and humans alarmed.
Consider Elmer, a fortyish fellow with a chief complaint of facial redness. He had no rosacea or discrete relangiectasia--just an overall reddish cast to his face exaggerated by the usual suspects: heat, cold, wine, coffee, and so forth.
The trigger that bothered him most was somewhat exotic, though.
"I'm a competitive ballroom dancer," he said. "The exertion makes me so red that the judges think I'm sick and take off points."
With some trepidation, I suggested he look into greentinted makeup to blunt the inevitable flush of victory, or at least its quest. Elmer remains the only male...
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