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Last Week, I guess I fell in love with someone I met online through friends. What do I do, when he has cut everyone he knows off because he is dying, even me?

"What do you feel like, Bee?" Xavier asks the girl as they walk through isle 4. 

"Potato Chips" Beatrice's  eyes sparkle like a child's on Christmas. 

"Okay, Bee, lets make this trip simple and easy, by just agreeing on my decision," Xavier commanded Beatrice as he grabbed the packet of salt-and-vinegar potato chips. 

Beatrice gasped and shook her head. "How could you? You got the wrong flavour," Beatrice pointed out, pouting her lower lip. "sour cream and onion is the superior...

There is no such thing as ugly or fat. I don't know who told you that. But they are obviously a very small minded person, that's what's so bad about society. We all forget that we're all beautiful in our own way. We all have something different that makes us, us. Nobody in the world is ugly, I mean, what does that word even mean. It's just something we made up, yet somehow, we don't use that word. That word...