She moves past me with aged grace, but her body shows only the latter. I shudder and think of my rotund shape. She winks at me and smiles, reading my thoughts.
“Come ‘ere, fat boy,” she coos, and for some reason I think of my zombie-obsessed friend; but it’s only a momentary lapse of attention. Her body draws my focus and I forget to blink; my eyes get dry quickly and start to tear up. ”Don’t cry. I was just kidding. You ain’t fat. Come ‘ere.”
I move slowly towards her and she hugs me close to her, breathing into my face, her coffee-breath reminding me of the smell of dog feces. Her chest is pushed up against me and I quickly push her away, wiping the tears from my eyes.
“You ain’t fat. You’re just big —”
“Come ‘ere, fat boy,” she coos, and for some reason I think of my zombie-obsessed friend; but it’s only a momentary lapse of attention. Her body draws my focus and I forget to blink; my eyes get dry quickly and start to tear up. ”Don’t cry. I was just kidding. You ain’t fat. Come ‘ere.”
I move slowly towards her and she hugs me close to her, breathing into my face, her coffee-breath reminding me of the smell of dog feces. Her chest is pushed up against me and I quickly push her away, wiping the tears from my eyes.
“You ain’t fat. You’re just big —”
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