“...but I do get girls - ones who appreciate a teddy bear!" And with that, you swagger back towards the moving truck, deliberately emphasizing your waddling ‘fat boy roll’, and grab another box for unloading.
The skinny muscle boy stands there, mouth agape and shocked, as if he's never considered the idea that a fat boy could have a girl. “Hog!” he yells after a while, but you ignore him, and he heads away down the street, head down in defeat.
With your moment of defiance still ringing victoriously in his ears, you haul in another dozen boxes before noticing that there's someone else standing by the tree at the end of the driveway. Surprised, you stop and turn, still feeling rebellious, and see...
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