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Thursday, November 5, 2015

Hot Dog

Ever since the Great Shift, Henry couldn’t shake Kelly. Since he had her body, she insisted that he eat what she wanted him to eat, that he do the things she wanted him to do. For a while, he could deal with, but after a while, he just wanted to go home and watch TV instead of going to the gym or grab a slice of pizza instead of a salad. She never let him. After about a week, he finally had enough. He snuck off and grabbed a hot dog. Sinking behind the cart, he was sure she was nowhere around. However, just as he was about to take a bite, Kelly came around the other side.

“Don’t you dare!” She threatened.

Henry sighed before tossing the hot dog in the garbage. He really couldn’t catch a break.

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