Damn that woman. She will be the death of me. I stand in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, studying the way my body looks in my grey sweatpants. I really don’t see what she was talking about. It’s not that visible, is it? She was surely just busting my balls. I turn to the side, checking from all angles. I mean… I guess sometimes when I move around, I can see a little... but it’s very subtle. I definitely don’t see any veins.
