On Tuesdays, when Mrs. Roberts held her weekly "fatbusters" meetings, Gerald drove his ice cream truck just a little bit slower as he rounded the corner by her house... it's not that he was a cruel man... being 347 pounds himself, Gerald was no stranger to the plight of the robust... but money was money, and as grandad always used to say... "you don't stop selling umbrellas just cuz its raining."
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