Max paced, crossing from bed to living room and back holding up shorts far too big for him.
“Whaddaya mean my health insurance doesn’t cover it?” he groaned into his iPhone, “The virus turned me into a mouse-man. I’m the size of six-year-old. I need new clothes!”
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