'Hey, just because you're fat doesn't mean you can call other fat guys names.'
'OK, ok, it's just I've never met anyone that size.'
"So, do you have any sweats, Pete?"
"Yes, fleece shorts, I had to have them for gym class last year, they're here somewhere," you reply, rummaging through boxes. "Here they are!" You pull them on over your gut, and they promptly roll down.
"Just leave them under your gut," Ted directs.
You look in the mirror and see that your gut now hangs over all the way round the top of the sweats. Together with the yellow t-shirt you look more than ever like an obese golden sun.
'Let's go!'
You waddle slowly to the front door, and the sweats try to slide down, but you pull them up again. You call out to your dad as you get to the front door - 'I'm going with Ted for a while.'
'OK,' your father shouts back. You can hear him still talking to Ted's parents.
You go outside with Ted and the heat hits you like a wall. Ted looks at you and says, 'You shouldn't be walking in this heat, Pete. Sit down and I'll drive round for you.' He takes off, jogging in the warm air, before you can ask him what he drives. Sweating, you sit on the steps of the front deck. When Ted comes back he's driving a ...
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