Janine has bigger forearms than I do.
I mean my forearms aren’t that big, but when I compare her forearms to the forearms of the men and women in my life, her arms are monstrous.
My friends say her forearms became that way because she likes to eat ribs and she likes to play tennis. I say her forearms became that way because she lied to her parents a lot when she was young, and her inhuman forearms are the world’s way of paying her back.
“You have tiny forearms,” she said to me one evening, and I became sad.