her clothes in Slim Fast landed like a slap, leaving a sting he never noticed. But she did. She carried it into the night, not with tears, but with a plan.
The next morning, his world shrank to a single, floating cloud of powder. Confusion turned to unease as he called out, demanding to know what she’d done.
Her calm, almost sweet reply — that it wasn’t talcum powder but Miracle-Gro — flipped the power dynamic in an instant.
In that tiny, terrifying moment,
he felt exactly what he’d made her feel: vulnerable, exposed, suddenly not laughing.
And he finally understood that some “jokes” don’t just cross a line — they redraw it forever.
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