I greeted the beautiful class committee chairwoman with "Happy New Year!" and wondered what was going on, but it turned out I had built up so much muscle from working too hard delivering New Year's cards that my silhouette perfectly matched the most handsome guy in class, and I was simply mistaken for him.

This is a story from around the New Year. It's a length that you can read in your spare time, so please feel free to take a look.