"...unhealthy, what if you ate too much and you couldn't move anymore? or you passed out?" Mrs. Benson said. "Mom, I'm fine. I promise I won't that much. I'm not trying to look like Gibby!" Freddie said. "Okay sweetie, don't eat to immobility or to the point of passing out. Its your birthday, have a fun time in your room." Mrs. Benson replied. The reason Freddie NOW had to be in his room was so he doesn't get overexcited from his birthday (he turns 16 after all) and get hurt.
Back in his room, Freddie had begun to look at his bigger belly. It was soft and warm. He liked it, a lot.
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