

FOLLOW Juliet @tall__spy
BACK OF THE ENVELOPE By JULIET GELFMAN-RANDAZZO Another dermatologist, his voice a baritone of confidence, a foghorn, a steady hand, said, “We will be sure to treat this very aggressively. Because it’s the worst thing that can happen to a pretty young woman, her hair falling out.” I stared at him for a beat too long, my thin brown hair knotting like brows. “Well, you know,” he grinned and a hand fluttered in front of his face, a butterfly of bashfulness. “One of the worst things.”
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