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Her boy-friend's voice from the off:
"Not to be critized? You're kidding. We went for brunch this morning. In the afternoon we went to your parents' house for tea and you had three pieces of cake there. In the early evening we ordered pizza. And now at half past ten you're standing in the kitchen finally cooking yourself some pasta."
She, answering without turning her head around:
"So what? We left the brunch so pitiful early. Mom baked far too little cake. And I wanted to order a family pizza while you just ordered two regular ones. And now I'm just still hungry."
Her boy-friend answering stunned:
"Still hungry? You don't get it anymore. During brunch you had to squeeze between the armrests of your chair. At your parent's house, your mother showed that she was afraid your pants might burst. And when you opened the door for the pizza guy, he secretly made fun of your half-naked, plump ass. Ask yourself why!"
She, still not looking around and answering in an ignorant tone:
"You're talking crazy! I was able to sit comfortably at brunch. My mom would never think such a thing. She loves me. And the pizza guy thought my butt was cute. What else?"
Her boy-friend replying half resignated half amused:
"Of course darling, then everything is clear and I have to apologize. Of course it's like this: You should have felt almost like sitting on a cloud in a chair without armrests at brunch. Your mother always had a faible for brewery horses. And the pizza guy must be a fat admirer without a doubt. Feel free to shovel in that pound of pasta! It's not longer important if you have one or two more dimples on your ass cheeks. And it doesn't matter if your butt will wobble even more soon. At least your mom and the pizza guy will love that."

Description
Her boy-friend's voice from the off:
"Not to be critized? You're kidding. We went for brunch this morning. In the afternoon we went to your parents' house for tea and you had three pieces of cake there. In the early evening we ordered pizza. And now at half past ten you're standing in the kitchen finally cooking yourself some pasta."
She, answering without turning her head around:
"So what? We left the brunch so pitiful early. Mom baked far too little cake. And I wanted to order a family pizza while you just ordered two regular ones. And now I'm just still hungry."
Her boy-friend answering stunned:
"Still hungry? You don't get it anymore. During brunch you had to squeeze between the armrests of your chair. At your parent's house, your mother showed that she was afraid your pants might burst. And when you opened the door for the pizza guy, he secretly made fun of your half-naked, plump ass. Ask yourself why!"
She, still not looking around and answering in an ignorant tone:
"You're talking crazy! I was able to sit comfortably at brunch. My mom would never think such a thing. She loves me. And the pizza guy thought my butt was cute. What else?"
Her boy-friend replying half resignated half amused:
"Of course darling, then everything is clear and I have to apologize. Of course it's like this: You should have felt almost like sitting on a cloud in a chair without armrests at brunch. Your mother always had a faible for brewery horses. And the pizza guy must be a fat admirer without a doubt. Feel free to shovel in that pound of pasta! It's not longer important if you have one or two more dimples on your ass cheeks. And it doesn't matter if your butt will wobble even more soon. At least your mom and the pizza guy will love that."