“FAT” in italiano

The creature, focused on its prey, didn’t see the blade until the length of steel pierced it, skewering its fat body.

The vivratu spread its wings to their fullest extent, and on slender legs, it raised its fat body, its snake-like neck coiling tight.

Just look at this fat rich printed number smiling at you.

She fed the fat little flame of it, fed it photographs of the two of them, then the poems he had written for her:Our skins entwineand ruband bleed togetherso our love sinks deeperdeeper to the bonesthe bonesand beyondIt deserved to burn; all the untrue, stupid sentences of the world should burn.

But in the end he was just another fat old man who thought he could own her, and what she remembered most of all was watching him turn away from her, tapping his arms to remind her that she was a slave and he was not.

He supposed he had become a little fat.

“Good day, goodfellow,” said the fat woman.

Persin, his rival, was fat.

‘Why, fat old man?

Their fat would heat and drip, igniting in the fire.

‘Who’s the graceful and nimble slave and who’s the fat old man?