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JoFull and satisfied from the pancakes, Ellie and I returned to my room, high on sugar and giggling about nothing in particular.
She dumped all the kitchen things next to the door and fell down on my couch, sighing happily. “I’m so full.”
so“Me too,” I replied as I sat down next to her. “I really shouldn’t have eaten that last pancake.” I poked my stomach, wincing at how much of my finger disappeared into the fat. “You’re going to have to roll me out of here.”
“Please, you’re over exaggerating.”
“I’m not. Look at me!” I prodded myself, grossed out by how pudgy I looked.
Ellie rolled her eyes at me. “I think you look good.”
“Oh, come on—” Her words sunk in and I sat up a little straighter as my traitorous heart fluttered with hope. “You do?”
“Yes, you’re super cute and your body
