Molting: The silent killer.
Here it is from the front. I am still in a fight with it. We're not speaking. It's wicked unflattering and from this angle she looks like the evening's surprise carhop, reaching for her notepad to take an order. Somebody please tell it to KNOCK IT OFF and go home, okay? Because I can't, because we're now blood rivals.
Except when she turns to leave, IT'S EVEN WORSE. What was his inspiration? Paper torn out of a spiral notebook? IS IT RECYCLABLE?