One beautiful Fall afternoon in 2006, an anti confronted me and demanded that I "pick on someone my own size" as she attempted to stuff pamphlets in my clenched fist.
She was a large woman, in both height and girth. Larger, in fact, than I. The irony was overwhelming.
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