“Well, you know.” He visibly gulps. “She’s not that skinny.” When several jaws drop, he quickly adds, “But it’s not like she’s fat or anything.” I put my plate down. Memphis points his fork at George. “Dude, you really need to quit talking.” Dismissing that excellent advice, George looks at me. “I didn’t mean you were fat. You’re not. You’re perf—”
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