“I’ve become a regular jollux,” Jeff said.
“A what?” Sara asked.
“It means I’m fat,” he replied.
“Ah, baby, you’re not fat!”
“Yes I am,” Jeff insisted, cupping his belly and giving it a jiggle. “Look at this.”
“Oh stop it,” Sara said, rolling her eyes. “I still think you’re sexy.”
“But when we started dating I was in great shape. Now I am doughy.”
“I like you with a bit of pooge,” Sara said, laughing at her boyfriend’s sad face and rubbing his stomach. “You were nice to look at back then, but I really prefer this cuddlier version.”
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