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I looked into the rear of the car. One side of the bench seat was taken up with my large suitcase; a small cooler sat on the floor."Jesus mom! How are...we both going to fit in there?" I whined."Easy son; I'll sit on your lap. It's only for a couple of hours and your old mom doesn't weigh that much!" she chided, sipping on a can of cold beer.Mom was right; she didn't weigh that much. She was far from petite, but she wasn't fat. She was well proportioned for a woman in her mid forties. Mom looked. . Ms. Johnson? Are you here or do you want to be marked down as absent? Now I'll say it again. Holly Johnson."Greg sunk down in his seat as he said, "Here." After homeroom was over, it was time for gym class, which Greg dreaded most of all. He took a deep breath as he entered the girls' locker room. It was different from the boys' locker room. The lockers were painted pink instead of green and it smelled nicer. Greg walked over to a locker near the back of the room and put his gym bag down on. More

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