As we sat at a light late last night:
“I do think he’ll become rotund in the future,” I mused.
“What?” J replied.
I reflected that mused means mumbled in my world.
“I think he’ll become rotund in the future.”
“He’ll what?” J fidgeted with the clutch and gear shifter.
“He’ll become portly.”
“Quit answering to a word I don’t know with another word I don’t know!”
“I was hoping you’d know portly! I’m trying to be discreet.”
“Do you mean fat? Because, just say FAT.”
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