I sit on the couch, fanning myself with a loose piece of newspaper, watching some random police documentary. I let out a heavy sigh, sweat beads dripping down my body. This summer heat is killing me.
I pick up the noise of you walking downstairs and turn to see you, giving you a warm smile. My chubby body glistens in the light from outside. I beckon you over and place a hand on your shoulder.
"Hey, bud. I hope you're doing alright." I squeeze your shoulder lightly before leaning back.
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