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Queenie7

Published: Jun 18, 2012

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"I'm dieting!"

"But you are beautiful..."

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3wyl

Jul 12, 2012

It is difficult to see our own selves in the way others see us.. I can relate to this quite well, and I'm sure that many other people can too.

The ellipses is great at the end there as it really does emphasise why on earth would the person think differently there, if that makes sense?

Great phrasing, anyway.

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