26 year old Dan had booked the day off from work, treating himself to a morning of sweet bugger all before his partner was coming to visit that night. He'd cleaned his flat and even got his weekly shop done all before the afternoon. He tutted, pulled his 6 foot frame up off his couch and ran a hand through his dirty blonde, medium length hair. He wasn't what you'd call fat, by any stretch of the imagination, but he did have a small belly on him that was the source of some self confidence issues. With some time to kill, he threw on his gym clothes - a pair of old, battered size 11 nikes, black shorts and a loose fitting white top - and headed out of his flat.
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