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    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

Does she look cute? She doesn't, I tell myself. Her fat, overfed, spoiled body bulging out of sweaty, grease-stained and too tight clothes would not look good in any conventional way. As she reaches for another bite, her arm and consequently, body, jiggles with the effort. She huffs a little bit from the exertion of lifting her overly heavy arm, and begins to chew her food, causing her fattened neck to wobble as she chews with her mouth open. Lips smacking together, she moans a little bit and finishes her piece. I continue to watch. Her gluttonous gut growls as she lounges lazily on the couch. What a spoiled princess, I think to myself. Thi