Molly scrunched up her face at the thought of taking Sarah's fat. "Fine, fine, I'll stop." She pointed a finger at the air and wiggled it around as she talked, as if Sarah was right in front of her. "You better not say you're fat now though!"
Her head turned around slowly, like something out of the movies and Molly looked up at Sarah. She looked like a child who had just been given permission to eat ice cream for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. "It depends on how juice it is." At least Molly was being honest.