It was late at night as a skinny, fragile young man with messy brown hair and a cast on his easily broken arm, was supposed to be going to the store. Based off of just how weak and fragile his body was, people often assumed he was younger than he was, and he got stopped on the way intothe corner store by the owner.
"Oh hello there, baby boy. What's your name, little one?" He asked gently from behind the counter.
"Uh...Jeremy?" The young man answered confused.
"Well, Jeremy, how old are you? Four?" The owner asked seeing how fragile the boy looked, despite being normal height for his age.
"Uh....no," he said able to look the man in the eye, being just a head shorter than him.
"Oh poor thing must be malnourished." The owner mumbled, he was very large by comparison.
"Uh, what?" Jeremy asked confused. "I'm just here for some soda, sir..." Jeremy mumbled, a bit nervous as the large man looked down at him
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