Elizabeth Brooks
Condo., LA
August 25, 2002 (1 week later)
What the hell is going on? Why is all my clothing so damn tight? I knew I shouldn't have eaten so much at my mom's last week.
"Jake!" I bellowed as I examined myself in the mirror.
He appeared at my doorway with a wide smile on his face, leaning against it. "Yes?"
"I can't meet your parents for lunch anytime soon."
"And why is that?" he asked, raising his eyebrow
"Because I have nothing to wear. My clothing is not sitting properly on me and I don't know what to do" I pouted. "I ate too much food."
He snorted and entered into the room, standing behind me in front of the mirror. "There is no such thing." He whispered as he kissed my neck. "You can't ignore this forever baby; you're taking folic acid for crying out loud."
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