2 Fat Ladies
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2 fat ladies labouredly ambled towards an ice cream parlour at the end of the road. They walked side by side without a gap between them, like a figure of 8 on its side and taking up the width of the pavement. The lady on the left wore ballet pumps that tested her ankles. The lady to the right had on a white dress that tightly adhered to her body with sweat. The parlour was 100 long metres away in the beating sun. Tired, they bent over and held each other's shoulders, forming a heart shape in the process. Their hanging stomachs contracted and expanded as they gasped for air in unison, transforming the static heart into a beating one, pulsing desperately to revive the pair.
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