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The poor man must have felt all his friends had turned on him. He had never felt so alone in his life, and he yearned for the comfort of
a home-cooked, grilled-cheese sandwich. He imagined the warm taste and the melted cheese running down his chin. He
was so embarrased. How was he going to get her to look past his
more obvious deformities and focus on his flaws. She tried ignoring his enormous pot belly and instead focused on his
limp looking noodle and wondered how it was going to ever get back to that massive throbbing soldier he had once known as
Gunther, and sometimes called Gunny. But he just called him, "The one that got away."
