Beer Run

She had been very lenient, often joining him on his daily excursions to the pub, but a daily diet of stout had made him quite, well, stout.

She poked his expanding belly.

“Honey?”

“Mmmph.”

She handed him a pair of running shoes.

“Time to get up.”

“Mmmph.”

“Today we’re running a 5K.”

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