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Tonight was the monthly "Sag & Sway" social. The room filled slowly: Harold, whose jowls wagged when he laughed, wheeling in a cheeseboard. Patricia, whose pendulous bosom had its own gravitational field, setting up a microphone for karaoke. A young man—thirty, maybe, wiry and anxious—hovered by the door, clutching a notebook.

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Marla leaned to Leo. "We have a saying here. 'The fruit sags when it's ripe. The tree bends when it's full. And the only things that stay tight are fists and fear.'" Tonight was the monthly "Sag & Sway" social

The band struck up—a lazy, bluesy riff. Harold took Patricia's hand. They danced close, bellies touching, chins resting on shoulders. No one looked graceful. Everyone looked alive. A young man—thirty, maybe, wiry and anxious—hovered by

She began to sing—something old, something slow. And the whole room swayed, a vast and tender sea of big, mature, saggy bodies, moving not despite their weight but because of it. They were not falling apart. They were finally, fully, assembled.