She had been very lenient, often joining him on his daily excursions to the pub, but a daily diet of stout had made him quite, well, stout.
She poked his expanding belly.
“Honey?”
“Mmmph.”
She handed him a pair of running shoes.
“Time to get up.”
“Mmmph.”
“Today we’re running a 5K.”

Great story this!
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Aw, thanks! ๐ Loved your take on the prompt this week. Very clever.
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