Oh, I don't know what the problem is, girls. Perhaps it's the moon phase, but every-frigging-where I look recently, a headband of some description assaults my eyeballs.
That's not what the issue is here, though.
No. No indeed. It's that dress.
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Ha! Gotcha. Only kidding.
First Keeley Hawes, now this: Mischa, all I want to know is, just what were you thinking as you pitched head first into that coal bunker?
