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(Extreme weight gain) Before applying: “Why would you want to be a cop? You’ve worked so hard to stay skinny.” “That’s a stereotype,” Brenda replied. “Not all cops are overweight doughnut gobblers.” “No, just every one I’ve ever seen. Well, if you blow up don’t come crying to me.” “I won’t.” Brenda’s remark could have been taken either way, but time would tell. First day on the beat: “Caruso’s has the best enchiladas in this district. They’ve got cheese, chicken, shrimp and hot pork.” Brenda couldn’t act surprised her partner would mention food so early into their first day together. Officer Doretta – Rachel, she insisted she be called, which was much too informal for Brenda right off the bat – was somewhere north of 250 pounds and south of 300. Not the fattest officer Brenda had ever encountered (especially not after she’d gotten a tour of her new precinct), but notably obese. But the blonde recruit (no, she was an officer herself now, she reminded herself)