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I take special care when I get dressed, picking clothes that hide my curves and cover as much skin as possible. When our bedroom door flies open, I peer through the gap in my closet door and see Max face plant on our bed. Pushing the door open, I giggle as I ran and jumped on her back.
Her groan of pain is drowned out by Suzie’s squeal of delight. “Group smush,” followed by her full weight landing on my back. All the air left my lungs.
“Get the fu.ck off me, you fat fu.cks. I think you have broken something.”
Suzie and I roll off our poor, squashed friend, and we lie back on the bed and snuggle together.
We were just getting into all the gossip I missed while I was in the hospital when the bedroom door opened, and a male voice interrupted us.
“Well, a couple of months ago
