Lucy was fat. She was thirty years old and weighed 120 kilograms. Probably, she had some kind of illness, a metabolic disorder, or something like that
In that little town, tucked away at the edge of geography like the last speck of dust on the map, time flowed not by the clock, but by the seasons. It froze in harsh winters, thawed with the slush of spring, drowsed in the scorching summer heat, and mourned with the damp rains of autumn. […]
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