"I just moved here 2 months ago and missed playing on my old school and new school's football team. Oh well next year," you tell Mike and his friends Kyle and Tom as they marvel at your 500 pound body. They slap, poke and pat your belly and you feel like the center of the universe.
"True," Mike says with a smile and pats your gut," the team will be happy to have you. Wait a second. Hmmmm."
"What?" you ask and feel a sudden shock through your system making you feel nervous. You look down to see that Mike is looking closer at your belly, espically at the scar he gave you when you two were playing street hockey when you were 8 and he was 10.
"This scar Zane," Mike says looking up at you," you and (insert your name here) have the same scar in the same place."
"I guess I'm not the only one who had a wood working accident," you quickly say with a nervous laugh.
Mike looks back up at you and focuses in on your eyes.
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