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8th grade, 0 hour (an hour of class before regular classes [yes, I was still a fool for school then]): I was using my toes to lift the desk of the girl in front of me. She was leaning forward so hardly any of her weight was in the chair. At one point she put her weight over the back of the chair, and when I tried to lift again it was hard. I said, "Wow, heavy!", she said, "are you calling me fat?", and I was too mortified about having possibly been taken as having said something that mean that I couldn't say a thing. No apology. No denial. No compliment. To this day I feel bad about it. I think, and hope, she was joking.
What's funny is the girl was probably the most athletic girl in the school. Slender, blond and gorgeous.
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