I see the maple-walnut cookies I ate last night, stretching across my ribs in a layer of fat which then pools in the pouch of my lower abdomen, collecting in the hips that swell over the band of the underwear that I bought during a time when I was thinner.
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Stolen Security
My brother is splayed on the couch watching the Euro and says he doesn’t feel like telling me what happened with his bag yet.