Nina plonked on Freya's bed, perusing through her book, knowing too well she was not going to study. Not when she had millions of questions to ask Freya about the way she'd been treating them.
Freya was changing into her pajamas, throwing her pants and blouse in her laundry basket. She didn't tell Nina this but recently... She had started feeling really fat.
"Damn! What have you been eating?"
Freya frowned. "You can also see just how fat I've grown, right?"
"No! You've grown curvy..."
"Is that your polite way of calling me fatty?"
Nina rolled her eyes. "What has gotten into you? You don't usually speak this ill about yourself."
Freya shrugged. "I just feel fat. That's all..."
Knowing this was leading nowhere, Nina attacked Freya with the one question that had been puzzling her.
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