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It was a hot day, and people were lined up outside the Dairy Queen ten deep.  Suzie could see them, and she hated them all because she wanted ice cream so badly.  Last summer, she had made it a rule not to be seen eating outside, after that little brat pointed at her and bellowed for all to hear, "Mommy, look, that lady is making herself fatter!"  It was the curse of the overweight to be self-conscious public eaters.  It had been three years since Suzie had dared attempt a buffet, not wanting to see the sadness in the eyes of the slim, Chinese maitre d who saw his profits going down her gullet.  The shame staring.  The averted looks of horror.  The guilt upon her that made Suzie simply want to eat more until her blubber would flow and absorb all those self-righteous jerks who dared to judge her.