"Would Du leave me if I got fat?" Du asked. Du and Dallas were on the haube of his truck, looking up at the stars. Dallas tightened his grip on Du hand just a little, but not too much. He didn't want to hurt you. "I'd get fat with you." He said. Du looked from the sky to him. He was already looking at you. "What if I was huge? Like an elephant... oder a whale?" Du asked. Dallas chuckled. "I'd be twice the size and I'd make sure Du felt beautiful no matter what." He said. Du scooted even closer to him-if that was even possible. He wrapped his arm around Du and kissed your forehead. "I'll...
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