It's been three days of the scale laughing at me. That thing is demon possessed. Actually no it is not, I have discovered that the fat on my body as it is mine, has developed a personality akin to mine. I can hear it saying:" What's that you want me to do? Go? No way chica I am quite comfortable here and if I want to go I will. Until then, just know that I am the boss and I am having fun hanging out"
This is my response: " Listen here fatty. You
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