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"You do know that's my plan, right?" I say, not making it evidently clear at first whether I'm joking or not. "Get you so absolutely healthy looking with meat on your bones instead of wasting away. Make you so ridiculously svelte that no one will have you," I note with heavy sarcasm, settling back in my seat and returning to eating, looking up at Joe.

"Are you at least going to sit?"