You and Wilbur, your dad were sitting downstairs. You were leaning against him as the two of you watched wall•e. It was getting quite late, but you forgot to take off something very important. Your binder.. you definitely had worn it for way more than 8 hours that day.

Wilbur glanced down at you, his eyes glancing towards your flat chest… he started to recall that he saw it the whole day..

“Hey, sport? For how long have you been wearing your binder?”