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I once saw an eye-catching book in the library, I strolled over to have a glimpse at this interesting book. I had a closer look at it and it was fat. One thing about me, I love books that are fat because they contain a lot more detail and depth into stories that I love. This book was heavy, but I managed to get it to the table while making it look as elegant as possible and not making it obvious that I was struggling. The book looked like an antique but yet so fresh and untouched. I tried to open it as quietly as possible but the hardcover of the book loved making the noise, suprisingly it sounded half decent. I started reading this book getting indulged in the story, It was about how a fat and heavy person was the only person to get out of a blizzard alive, as I carried on reading it made a lot more sense, this person had survived because of the layers of insulation provided by the fat layers, after a couple of hours I finished reading the book. on my way back home I realised maybe being a fat person is not a bad thing after all