Jake is scrawny. Big sister Melissa is brawny.
Enjoy..
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"Hey, Jake, you mind taking this plate out to the garage? Gotta feed The Beast," my mom asked with her radiant smile. Gah. Stop it, lady. You make angels weep.
"Sure thing, Mom." I took the plate of chicken breast slices and cheese cubes, and the protein shake. She helpfully put a baggy of carrots in my teeth and tucked a pack of jerky under my arm, laughing when I looked at her like she was crazy.
"Hngry grl!" I grunted through my teeth.
"Uh huh!" Mom said brightly. "Gotta keep her weight up."
I made dramatic noises like I was struggling under the weight of all the food as I carried it to the garage. The usual oh-so-feminine grunting and slapping sounds could be heard over the music, Rancid today. I awkwardly opened the
