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know. I
told Trevor to take it easy on me. Now he’s almost killed me. How is feeling
nauseas normal again?
    “Here, have some water.” Kate was looking
flustered.
    Oh what would I do without my one and only
best friend in the whole, wide world? I would be nothing . I would be
useless. She’s the best friend anyone could ever dream of. Look at her, nursing
me back to health. Now I know why I like her so much, she’s very kind hearted
and considerate. She planted the glass of water on my mouth and forced me to
drink from it. Now she actually thinks she’s a nurse. I’ll just obey
orders.
    “Have you had anything to eat, Celeste?”
    I pulled out enough strength to talk behind
the cup that was pressed against my mouth. “No. I was going to eat during our
tea break.”
    “What? And what are you having for tea ?”
    “A carrot!” I wasn’t joking.
    “Celeste, you must be joking. You can’t
have a carrot for breakfast.”
    “Yes, I can. I was going to throw an apple
in there as well, but I can’t afford that many calories.” I wasn’t joking,
really. Kate looked at me like I was from another planet. “What!? I already
weigh a ton, I’m sure my fat doesn’t mind me living on it for some time.”
    “Celeste, that’s the biggest pot of
bullshit I’ve ever heard. I’m rushing over to the supermarket to get you some
breakfast. You will eat something, you idiot.” She left.
    It was the exercise, not my lack of food
intake. Why doesn’t she understand that I’m a long way away from fainting from
hunger? I have a lifetime supply of fat, which I’m just hoping I put it to use
before I die. I was feeling better already, feeling as sharp as a healthy person.
A few minutes after Kate had left to buy me some sensible food to eat,
three girls entered the boutique, all spiffy and full of chatter. Oh, and they
were the most adorable little things. I could fit them in my bag. Sometimes I
think life is easier for petite girls, because when you are closer to the
ground and you fall, it’s far less complicated then when you’re way up there
near the sky. It’s just a theory of mine. Here they are, coming into the
boutique for a shopping extravaganza...together...in a group, the tiny lot of
them. They all had maxi sunglasses on and matching jeans (probably the same
size) and different, funky, floral tops. I just want to dress them. They remind
me of the dolls I never had when I was growing up (that’s a story for another
time).
    Oh gosh, they keep on giggling. Why are
they so happy, have they been to the gym too? Maybe it’s just the feel of
shopping. I get all giggly too when I’m out with a few girlfriends, tearing up
the malls. They are trying on some shoes. I’ll just hang here behind the
counter and wait for them to buy something...oh, no, those look terrible on
her. I mustn’t, but I should. It’s my duty as a worker of this boutique. I’m
going in!
    “Hi,” I said, walking over to the posse.
They all giggled hi , back at me...still with the bouncy giggles, I don’t
get it. Anyway, I continued trying to look at all of them at once. “I hope you
don’t find me intruding, but I just couldn’t help myself. You see those shoes?
They don’t really go well with someone your size.” I was looking at the one
wearing the shoes now. My comment wiped the giggle from her senses. She then
turned on an interested look, keen to hear my opinion.
    “Oh, but I thought-” she murmured.
    I cut her short. “No, no, no my dear. You
see, shoes with a tiny heel like those ones, tend to make someone of your frame
look even shorter. Aren’t you looking to embrace your petite , but still
mask long and lean legs?”
    She started nodding like a loon, so did her
friends, staring at me like I had the answers to world peace.
    “Good. I suggest these platform pumps,” I
said, going over to the shoe display and grabbing a pair. “Or these wedges. If
you’re looking for something flat, then baby doll pumps or strappy sandals