*He* *was* *quite* *possibly* *deformed,* *in* *a* *way* *not* *even* *he* *recognized,* *by* *the* *crushing* *weight* *matters* *of* *unspeakable* *vice* *bear.*
**—Part 1—**
Your face is white canvas. Its plain symmetry cosmetics render dazzling. The gap between both eyes is rather wide, but in some telling, suggests intelligence. You draw a catcall on occasion, or a bell from the biking food couriers. Unlike most modern ladies sporting outrage at such toxicity, you don’t mind it—when the painter’s aren’t in. And because most women reading this resent you already, you offer them an olive branch:
“I’m fat. I’ve always been fat.”
Good. Now that you have their respect, talk about Henry (let’s call him Henry). Henry by the numbers:
– 6’2”
– 190
– 755
– 95k
– 2020 S5
– [?]
The last and most important figure you learn as circumstances demand. Do you understand?
“Yes master.”
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It’s the top-left corner of Chicago’s famed Loop fitting this ever-evolving piece named *River* *North.* Zoom in. An energetic neighborhood of shuttered and featureless warehouses no longer, its society provides a covetous culture. Luxe this, posh that, clubs, and pricey glow ups. Acclaimed eateries. Your residence.