"It looks like a fucking banana."

Molly grew up in Portsmith, Maine, 15 minutes from the ocean and 50 minutes from anywhere else. People described her as an old soul despite her actual age of 22. She always had a plan, until the night she discovered pretty girls and menthol cigarettes. And looking back maybe she should've known it was all a recipe for disaster, but even if she did know, I don't think she would've changed it.