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  • My son was sleeping in the buggy. I was waiting in the local café for him to wake up, so we could go try his new ice-skates. And eavesdropped to the 60-somthing ladies at the next table.

    - I have to hold back. Can’t have bread to the salad. I was going to try on pants, and my butt was so broad that none would fit.
    - Me too. It’s inevitable as the years go by.
    - No, but you’re so small. You´ve always been. A girl at work, she’s very skinny. She doesn’t eat much, and she smokes all the time. That makes you lose your appetite. She’s 57 kilos (125 pounds). That’s what I weighed when I was 20. She´s our age.
    - I’m 57 kilos now. But I used to be 52 (114). Not nowadays.
    - Yes, but you’re small.
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