Maranda
Going back to the bar wasn’t really what I wanted to do. I mean, I had just caused a scene, at least with the group we had been with. But with Tiny saying what he did and confessing his love for me, as Mandy put it. Which can we just take a moment and be a girl and squeal and gush? He loves me. Don’t get me wrong. I still don’t see why. I know he said all those things but honestly, how could he enjoy my body more than hers. She looked like a supermodel. She was skinny, tall, and pretty. And then there was me. I personally didn’t find there much to look at. I mean, I wasn’t fat, but I also wasn’t skinny. I had curves, and there was no way I would ever be caught dead wearing a shirt that showed off my belly. Yet it was hard not to see the way he looked at me when he thought I wouldn
