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“You look so chubby.” She pinched my cheeks once. “What have you eaten in the past two weeks?” “Am I?” My cheekbones hurt. It was so hard to smile.
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Ditto lifted his right leg, resting on the other one which stepped on the office’s floor swathed in maroon carpet. His eyes suddenly fixated on a small frame which had been months sat on his desk. It was a gold colored frame—reminding Ditto of the day when the photo was taken. The picture was taken...
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