I'll be the first to admit that I was having a very hard time following Kylie into the clearing. If this counted as hiking, I suddenly understood why nobody did it anymore. Of course, the people who once made hobbies out of this led vastly different lives than myself or Kylie, but it was hard to imagine how strong a person would have to be to accomplish something like this and even remotely enjoy it.
Both of us were wheezing and sweating harder than we had in our entire lives. From up ahead, my friend called out to me, barking that I needed to catch up. I asked her to slow down, but she wouldn't.
"No more delays, and no more bre
I'll have to start from the beginning, back when Harper and I were just children.
Her family lived next-door to my grandparents, which is very fortunate in hindsight. Had she not lived exactly where she lived, I likely never would have met her, which is a scary thought considering how important a part she's played in my life just recently. Back then, though, she was only a minor character in the narrative of my existence. My grandmother, a socialite despite her old age, would often have Harper's mother over for coffee in the mornings while they were both out working in their respective gardens, or over for lunch on some of the more q
Professor Murphy was quick to inform us that, due to the fact that there were more students this semester than there were cooking stations, we were to work in groups for the entirety of this baking course. We got to choose our partners at the end of his introduction. I didn't know anyone, so I got stuck with Ashley.
We introduced ourselves. I was a culinary arts major starting my first year at that college. Ashley was a Liberal Arts major with little to no actual interest in cooking. Immediately, it was clear to both of us which partner was going to be putting in more work this semester. As we spoke, she opted out of looking at me and
Susie Lynn was a sweet girl. Everybody knew her. Since the town was so small, there was only one bakery within a few miles of the neighborhood, and Susie was the baker's daughter. If you stopped there, you'd surely see her in the shop, munching on cookies or helping in little ways throughout the kitchen. No matter who you were, little Susie Lynn would flash you a smile and tell you hello. If you were a kid (and her father wasn't looking), sometimes she'd sneak you a cookie.
As a toddler, Susie was nothing short of adorable. By the time she could speak, she was greeting every patron with a rosy-cheeked "Hi," and tried to learn the nam
Poor girl. Where'd that bikini body go? As you prepare for another summer vacation, trying on all your old swimwear, isn't it sad to see that none of it fits quite like it used to?
High school was great. Lots of boys liked you. You were thin, but your boobs had grown in a bit early, and that full chest was like catnip for horny teens. Other girls were jealous of your slender, busty form, your tight ass and your thigh gap. Back then, a fit body translated to a lot of power among your peers; power which, I'm sorry to say, is no longer yours.
Look at you! Look what college has done to your figure!
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