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I follow Walts voice around the side of the tank and find him standing next to a 340-pound whale of a man in aviator sunglasses. The guy is lounging shirtless in a folding chair, sipping an umbrella drink. Hes frightfully pale, a condition magnified by dark oil stains smeared across his face. Layer after folding layer, his stomach hangs down over his swimming trunks.
Walt”I point toward the fat guyyou see him, too, right?”
The mans blubber shakes as he laughs. He sips his daiquiri through a crazy straw, looks from Walt to me. Nah, Im just a figment of your imagination, kid. What, you were expecting a hookah-smoking caterpillar?”