Me: walking down the concourse of the open air shopping center, returning from an eye exam.
Fat Kid: approaching from the opposite direction, wearing a tank top and athletic shorts.
The City: cold. snowbound.
Me: passing the fat kid, "aren't you cold?"
Fat Kid: banging on handheld game with stubby fingers, "I don't get cold. I'm fat."
Me: Sisyphean attempt to laugh in a way that conveyed amusement, but not agreement.
The City: sigh.
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