Jermima at the door

A little later on, You, Fred and Jermima are headed for Fred's place. Jermima is wearing a baggy coat that barely hides her fat body. You are riding on Fred's back.

The three of you arrive at Fred's doorway to find it just as you left it. The door is still locked, the key is still in the doorway and Fred's spilled groceries still litter the street.

"Okay, now what?" you ask.

"I'm going to open the door!" says Jermima "I'm not scared!". Her chubby fingers reach out for the key...

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