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A Quiet Life
I see it around me every day. Smell it all the time. The longing for just one bit makes my mouth water. And I hate myself for it. I’m supposed to be a dedicated professional. I’m supposed to be able to resist temptation.
Stupid, stupid weakness! How will I be able to fly through the air right with that lot on my hips. I’ve told her not to put so much on there. Told her I’ll eat when I’ve won. She just thinks I’m being silly. I’m not! It’s not silly.
The jumps and twists I have to do need me to be light. With the body I’ve got right now, I may as well give up. I’m sick of people telling me. “You have to eat” they say. What do they know? What I need is to be smaller, so I can go faster and higher. He understands.
I told him what they were saying, and he gave me these. “Eat what they tell you to” he said to me. Then told me to go to the bathroom and use them. Two things that will help me but keep them quiet.
Now I can eat what they want. Taste it all and swallow it down. Their smiles as they see me eating. . . I feel guilty sometimes, like I’m laughing at them behind their backs. I’m not really, though. I just want to be able to jump like her.
After food, I excuse myself. I just have to make sure I have enough time in the bathroom and that the fan is on. The…
