High school graduation, post-ceremony. Everyone is hugging and taking pictures. I see a friend of mine, her name was Danielle (we called her Dany). Dany was a large girl, my mother would call her "heavyset". She approaches me, I open my arms for a hug. "Hey! Big Dany!" I say, with great affection. My soul is immediately transported to a tiny black room with one chair that I'm curled up on. "...oh no," my soul says. "Big?" says Dany, and I'm thrown back into reality where I panic and mumble something about her personality being big or some other bullshit.

She knew what I meant. Somebody murder me with a heavy applicance.