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My conscience kept fussing at me, though. So did my gall bladder. I'd had two shocks in two days, and they were beginning to penetrate.

I sneaked into a hotel lobby where I knew there was a penny weighing machine. Naturally I picked a time when the place was pretty well deserted, and even then I kept peeking anxiously through the potted palms for fear some one might be coming. I was all ready to jump away from the machine and pretend I was just waiting around for somebody.

Gone were the days when I could hop on the scales with the girls watching me and stand there flexing my muscles and telling myself the weight was right where it should be, through the manly shoulders.

It used to be that girls would ooh and ahh over my weight, when it was in the right places, but now I knew they'd have made a different kind of noise. I was a fatty now, needing to lose weight, and nothing is as sure to get a laugh as a fatty stepping onto a weighing machine, unless it is a fatty slipping on a banana peel.

Yes, I had to worry now about getting the wrong kind of laughs! The kind none of us want.

After I had made sure nobody was watching me, I slid my penny into the slot. I watched the indicator swing in a wild arc without even whistle-stopping at any of the figures I was familiar with, and I gasped.


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