How My Mom Suckered Me Into Seeing a Fancy Beverly Hills Dermatologist
It was all she wanted for Christmas. I had to go.
After I check in, the waiting room jitters start to take over, so I calm my nerves by helping myself to the complimentary dried fruit by the water cooler. I just keep thinking about those hats. I check my phone and notice an email from my mom. She's wishing me good luck at my appointment and has a couple quick questions she'd love the renowned dermatologist to answer:
"How much does a neck and eye lift cost? And what is the recovery time?"
As I'm typing, "You DO NOT need anything lifted!" my name is called.
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