Buffet the confidence slayer

Buffet the confidence slayer

He watched as others filled their plates. At first he simply didn’t want to be the first to go to the buffet, but he soon realised that he didn’t want to be the last either.

Being bigger than the rest made him think that their eyes would be on him. What would the fat guy get? Would he eat more sandwiches than them? I bet he leaves the fruit!

His tummy grumbled impatiently as he watched the platters grow thinner. The fancy ones (the ones with the ciabatta and the parma ham) had already gone, next to go would be the chicken nibbles. If he didn’t act soon he’d be left with the cold, crusty elbow of a garlic baguette and a returned slice of sweaty cheese.

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