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Never Quite Fitting In bedroom slippers and turned down hose, Gail’s oversized clothes still hide her girth. She holds a basket with Little Debbie Snack Cakes. Yet I recall how she thrived on purloined cigarettes in the school locker room. We’ve traveled far from our roots. I’m on vacation buying cigars as she stands in the express line, with snack cakes and Nestea. I wonder if she remembers me? The skinny kid they put in the gym locker to see if I’d fit. I never quite fit in. Yet as I recall, neither of us did.