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I saw you yet again, packing your child into the car. Every day, you drive your child three blocks to school. Originally, I gave you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe you were dropping him off on the way to work, or maybe one of you has a physical condition. But nope, I've seen you both "in action," and I've seen you return to your car to your driveway moments later. I know you feel guilty: I smile and wave, but you pretend you haven't seen me. I've heard you complaining to other mothers about how hard it is to lose weight. Maybe your ass would be a little less fat if you walked more?

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