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WOW: scale. There's suddenly a bit more of Dean to go round ...
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly.
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Dean stared forlornly at the blinking red numbers.
Why had he decided to try the new 'check your weight' scales in the mens' room at their favourite diner?
He'd always maintained a fighting weight of 180 pounds; a comfortable weight that suited his solid frame perfectly, but now … where had those other pounds come from?
Clutching his formerly flat abdomen, he cringed at the faintly round softness he felt. He didn't know where those pounds had come from, but he sure knew where they'd gone.
Walking back into the diner, he glanced at the menu and sighed.
Salad it is then.
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