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Contrast: Appetite
You've always been the first person to finish eating first. The mess splayed on the round table, me, you and the others on a semicircle booth, stuffed out of our minds. Yet, you were the only one that barely had five hundred calories. A slice of pizza, some cheese bread and fries were enough, you say. "Live a little." One of our friends say to you. "It's the new years." You politely declined the friend's offer, of course. This meal had already set you off and you'll be running around the neighborhood in the morning and in the evening. Anything to keep your waist below the 30" mark. Then, I get another slice, subtly pushing the large pizza, still within its box, to your direction. "We can't finish it on our own. Just one more slice. Please?" No? Well, we didn't expect you to say yes to the offer anyway. Of course, you berate us for being so lax and unstrict with our diets, like our waistlines were so prone to damage like yours. Heh. -- "Just one?" You say, burping out the
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300 Kilograms
Josh woke up with a strange feeling. It wasn't clear what the feeling meant, but as he opened his eyes, letting the faint dark blue of the early morning light into his eyes, he realized that the memories of last night began to fade like a dream... Or was it really just a dream? Then, there was another feeling - one of tightness against his mouth and cheeks. Moving his arms felt strangely harder, with an unusual feeling of his skin... cascading and rubbing against his body? His hand touched whatever that was on his cheeks, realized it was some sort of mask. ...Was he kidnapped? Josh shot up with the fact, but not even the adrenaline could've brought him up from his lying down position. In fact, he remembered that he usually only slept on his stomach... But speaking of his stomach, though. Carefully, he traced the strange mask to find velcro straps on the side of his forehead and neck, which with his hand, felt more soft than he remembered. A feeling of routine began to brew
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At the Restaurant
Ben nearly drooled as he saw yet another package of meals pass by his station, flying out through a small flap on the corner of the storefront wall. He couldn't blame anyone but himself for not taking his ghrelin blockers before he clocked in. A mistake that big was probably only beaten by that time he forgotten to take his insulin pills before dinner. Yeah, he was one of those forgetful people. Ben shifted the bulk of his weight around his wide wheelchair, stifling a burp as another table of customers began to leave their table. Said customers were a family of four, a man in his thirties that seemed to be stuck on his wheelchair, pinned down by sheer weight alone; a woman who almost looked like she was insistent that she still could walk around with a cane, while their two children followed behind the couple. "Table 19. That'll be forty-five dollars." Ben said, tapping the computer on the counter in front of him to access the statement of that family, with the mother paying via
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Well. If anyone's been waiting, sorry for the delay. I was hoping to wrap this story up with this chapter, but it just kept going. The good news is that the next and final chapter is pretty much done since it was supposed to just be one chapter.
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Can't wait. Terrific story!