The fat man sitting on the side only cared about stuffing something into his mouth, looking at the bags of snacks in the little girl's hand and the reluctant eyes, I patted the fat man on the shoulder and asked him to eat less for the child to keep.

Nodding, the fat man returned the remaining half of the bag of potato chips in his hand to the little girl, and then reached out and wiped it on himself.

Standing up, I rubbed my aching buttocks, which was really hard just now.

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