Old Pants, New Profession

"I think my pants are shrinking," I said to the rest of the oversized, three-person cubicle.

"Or maybe you're just growing," came the reply.

"That is my greatest wish!" I exclaimed, elated at even the posibility of grown just a few more inches. "Please, God, let it be me growing and not my pants shrinking!" I prayed outloud.

"If I was growing," I said, "I would become a professional giant."

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