White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

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He looked at Beatrice, then down at his glass, his shoulder lifting again.

“A specialist?” Beatrice asked, her smile remaining fixed, though her eyes narrowed slightly at the outer corners. “An aesthetician?”

“A dermatologist,” I said. “Dr. Evans, over on Oak Ridge Turnpike.”

“Well, traditional doctors are wonderful continue reading …