A Stand Off
He brings me a new pair of shorts.
Thought of you he says.
They are two sizes bigger than I used to wear.
But I have not worn shorts for a long time.
If these enormous shorts fit me I will kill myself.
I cannot fathom being that big, and yet I might be.
Have you tried them on yet? He asks me.
It is a standoff.
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