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					<description><![CDATA[<p>“Good lord, girl. You swelling!” The girl looked down at her belly, then beyond it down to her shoes, at this she was secretly satisfied. She was not pregnant and in punishment for her tardiness, her body had begun to form pockets of fat on her lower back, and a rounding belly that no amount of cardio had the power to overcome. Not even one foot in the door, she mumbled low below her breath. Out of habit, she began tugging at the belt loops, tucking her fat into the denim band, like her mother had taught her many years ago.</p>
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