11pm
He sits at my lunch table. I sort of like him. It's possible that he likes me. That'd be cool.
3 girls walked buy our table. They were big. I guess you could call them fat. They were pretty average sized (for America, I guess) and far from obese. Maybe a few pound overweight medically-speaking, but they were okay.
He called them fat.
It wasn't necessarily in a nasty, mean way. Just very...matter-of-factly.
So tomorrow I'm going to dress
Note To Self: Don't get fat.
-Cassie
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